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Would you go with me if we rolled down streets of fire
Would you hold on to me tighter as the summer sun got higher
If we roll from town to town and never shut it down
Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of clover
Would we walk even closer until the trip was over
And would it be okay if I didn't know the way
If I gave you my hand would you take it
And make me the happiest man in the world
If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl
Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea
Let me know if you're really a dream
I love you so, so would you go with me
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Would you go with me if we rode the clouds together
Could you not look down forever
If you were lighter than a feather
Oh, and if I set you free, would you go with me
If I gave you my hand would you take it
And make me the happiest man in the world
If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl
Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea
Help me tie up the ends of a dream
I gotta know, would you go with me
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Rains comin' down on the roof of my trailer house
With my luck I'd probably step outside and drown
How long will it take to get used to this doin' without
Guess I'll just lay around in my pajamas
Baby's gone home to mama
Baby's gone home, she left me alone
But she said she'd phone me sometime
Sad old song, left me long gone outta my mind
Well, we did our best but we didn't have enough in common
Sittin' here lonesome, baby's gone home to mama
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Glance through the paper lookin' for somethin' to read
Even the funnies weren't that funny to me
It's written in the stars the future was plain to see, yeah
Might've known she'd leave if I'd read Nostradomas
Baby's gone home to mama
Baby's gone home, she left me alone
But she said she'd phone me sometime
Sad old song, left me long gone outta my mind
Well, we did our best but we didn't have enough in common
Sittin' here lonesome, baby's gone home to mama
Y'all, I miss her alot but at least she took the little Chiwawa
Sittin' here lonesome, baby's gone home to mama
Baby's long gone, baby's gone home to mama
She's gone
Aaah, sittin' here in my pajamas
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Darlin', it seems like the whole world's just turnin' so fast
Everything's changin' and we're just tryin' to keep up
But we've got something special here
Something worth waitin' for
Yeah, we're right on the edge of fallin'
Fallin' in love
No rush, no rush, ain't this world turnin', baby
Fast enough
Let's slow it on down to just the two of us
No rush
Walkin' (walkin') an' talkin' (talkin')
Dreamin' with you, wonderin' (wonderin')
And tell me baby, I've been wonderin'
Are you feelin' it too
No rush, no rush, we've got forever, baby
For catchin' up
Let's lay it on back to the speed of love
No rush
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No rush, no rush, ain't this world turnin', baby
Fast enough
Let's slow it on down to just the two of us
No rush
No rush, no rush, we've got forever, baby
For catchin' up
Let's lay it on back to the speed of love
No rush
Let's slow it on down to just the two of us
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Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low
Put some music on that's soft and slow
Baby we ain't got no place to go
I hope you understand
I've been thinking 'bout this all day long
Never felt a feeling quite this strong
I can't believe how much it turns me on
Just to be your man
There's no hurry
Don't you worry
We can take our time
Come a little closer
Lets go over
What I had in mind
Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low
Put some music on that's soft and slow
Baby we ain't got no place to go
I hope you understand
I've been thinking 'bout this all day long
Never felt a feeling quite this strong
I can't believe how much it turns me on
Just to be your man
Ain't nobody ever love nobody
The way that I love you
We're alone now
You don't know how
Long I've wanted to
Lock the door and turn the lights down low
Put some music on that's soft and slow
Baby we ain't got no place to go
I hope you understand
I've been thinking 'bout this all day long
never felt a feeling that was quite this strong
I can't believe how much it turns me on
Just to be your man
I Can't believe how much it turns me on
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Like any other would be country singin' sensation
I had no visible means of transportation
One Saturday mornin' I was searchin' the ads
When I found one that I wanted and I wanted it bad
(He found one that he wanted and he wanted it bad)
I called up the salesmen, he said, c'mon in
I've got the Lincoln right here belonged to Loretta Lynn
The Coalminer's Daughter used to drive it to town
It's yours for a song and five hundred down
(He said, it's yours for a song and five hundred down)
I said, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Yeah, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
I had no idea what that dealer was thinkin'
But he totted the note on Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Well, I throwed my ol' guitar in that big back seat
And I steared her on out on to Dameron Street
Them other cars pulled over like the red sea had parted
It was then I had a vision of Dolly Parton
(Right there he had a vision of Dolly Parton)
She said, ain't that Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Yeah, it's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
She said, I thought I recognized them two headlights blinkin'
I do declare, that there's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Dolly said, slide over J Otis, let me take you downtown
Miss Loretta's waitin' for us at the Orchid Lounge
I couldn't believe my ears, I couldn't believe my eyes
Why she was wavin' from the curb and we drove by
Well, we turned that big rig around, right on a dime
I ain't seen nothin' like that since Red Solvine (Red Solvine)
That's what Loretta was sayin' as she hopped in the back
Then she said, hey, Hoss, ain't this my old Cadillac
No mame, Miss Loretta, this ain't your Cadillac
It's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln (Loretta)
Yeah,Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
(It's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln)
The radio was on and we was all lipsinkin'
Ridin' 'round Nashville in Loretta Lynn's Lincoln, whooo
I heard a tappin' on the window as I woke up
Neath an old newspaper in my pickup truck
The policeman said, boy, you better hit the road jack
Get that bucket of bolts back across the tracks
Officer, this here's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
(And he said) son, that ain't Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Yeah, I was wakin' up and my dreams were sinkin'
Like them ol' springs on Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Yeah, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln (Loretta, Loretta)
Whooo, Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
(That is Loretta Lynn's Lincoln)
If you ever get to wonderin' what I was a-dreamin'
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Grand Old Opry music show playin' on my radio
Fiddle and a steel guitar in some little redneck bar
Parkin' lot full of four wheel drives
You won't hear no hip hop jive
Cowgirls lookin' for cowboys
Two-step to that ol' white noise
I'm talkin' 'bout white noise comin' from the white boys
I can't keep my cowboy boots from stompin'
To that white noise comin' from the white boys
Take me where those honky's are a-tonkin'
When the evenin' sun goes down crusin' through our little town
Country girls and country boys showin' off hillbilly toys
Talkin' 'bout white noise comin' from the white boys
I can't keep my cowboy boots from stompin'
To that white noise comin' from the white boys
Take me where those honky's are a-tonkin'
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Tractor pulls and rodeos, county fairs and bluegrass shows
It ain't a thing 'bout black and white
It's Johnny Cash and Charley Pride
It what I call white noise comin' from the real mccoys
I can't keep my cowboy boots from stompin'
To that white noise comin' from the real mccoys
Take me where those honky's are a-tonkin'
Take me where those honky's are a-tonkin'
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My chances weren't good she was way out of my reach
How could she ever fall for some ol' boy like me
But here she lies asleep tonight in these arms of mine
And that goes to show angels fall sometimes
She's been here long enough to see that I'm no saint by now
Every mornin' I wake surprised to find her still around
The love that she give to me could be no truer sign
Every now and then angels fall sometimes
She brings pieces of heaven every day into my life
She's been my inspiration with her by my side
I'm not afraid to dream high
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The love that she gives to me could be no truer sign
Every now and then angels fall sometimes
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Well, I grew up wild and free
Walkin' these fields in my barefeet
There wasn't no place I couldn't go
With a .22 rifle and a fishin' pole
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
When I was young I remember well
I'd hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail
The river was clear and deep back then
Had fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream
They cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum trees
There's a laundromat and a barbershop
And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
Well, I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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(duet with Ralph Stanley)
There ain't nothing that can't be done
By me and God
Ain't nobody come in between me and God
One day we'll live together
Where the angels trod
Me and God
Early in the morning talking it over
Me and God
Late at night talking it over
Me and God
You could say where like two peas in a pod
Me and God
He's my Father
He's my friend
The beginning
And the end
He rules the world
With a staff and rod
We're a team
Me and God
I am weak and he is strong
Me and God
He forgives me when I'm wrong
Me and God
He's the one I lean on
When life gets hard
Me and God
He's my Father
He's my friend
The beginning
And the end
He rules the world
With a staff and rod
We're a team
Me and God
He rules the world
With a staff and rod
We're a team
Me and God
We're a team
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I've got my share of scars on those ol' monkey bars
Every time I'd hit the ground
On that old long dirt my bike lost control
And once again I was fallin' down
Every time I'd try to fly, there's a force I can't deny
Gravity
Grew to be six foot one, depended on no one
Yeah, I was my ol' man
Invincible and strong until you came along
And touched me with your gentle hand
When I look into your eyes, there's a force I can't deny
Gravity
Well, I never really like it much
Always left me all scraped up
Never really saw it as a good thing
Changes tides out on the sea
Pulled your body close to me
First time I ain't been afraid to fall
Don't guess it's so bad after all
Gravity
Well, I never really like it much
Always left me all scraped up
Never really saw it as a good thing
Changes tides out on the sea
Pulled your body close to me
First time I ain't been afraid to fall
Don't guess it's so bad after all
Gravity
Gravity
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I grew up workin' on a farm, way down South
I went to school against my will, way down South
I kissed girls and I shot squirrels out behind my house
I learned a lot about this world, way down South
I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down South
I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down South
I played my guitar under the stars, out behind our house
You will always find my heart, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
A garden growin' in the ground
Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound
People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass
Wavin' at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South
Way down South
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Swimmin' in the creek with all my friends, way down South
Prayin' them days would never end, way down South
Give me a worm and a fishin' pole, I'll pull a fish on out
Those memories will never get old, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
A garden growin' in the ground
Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound
People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass
Wavin' at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South
That's the way it's done when you come from, way down South
Way down South, way down South
Mmmmmmm....
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