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Loretta Lynn


Background information
Birth name Loretta Webb
Born April 14, 1932
Origin Butcher Hollow, Kentucky, USA
Genre(s) Gospel
Honky tonk
Country
Years active 1960—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Interscope Records
Associated acts Dolly Parton
Ernest Tubb
Conway Twitty
Tammy Wynette
Jack White
Crystal Gayle
Peggy Sue
The Lynns
Website Website



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Loretta Lynn Album



1969
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(Loretta Lynn)

Well, your pet name for me is Squaw
When you come home a drinkin' and can barely crawl
And all that lovin' on me won't make things right
Well, you leave me at home to keep the teepee clean
Six papooses to break and when wean
Well, your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

Well, I've found out a big brave chief
The game you're a huntin' for ain't beef
Get off of my huntin' grounds and get out of my sight
This war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, that fire-water that you've been drinking
Makes you feel bigger but chief you're shrinking
Since you've been on that love making diet
Now don't hand me that ole peace pipe
There ain't no pipe can settle this fight
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

Well, I've found out a big brave chief
The game you're a huntin' for ain't beef
Get off of my huntin' grounds and get out of my sight
This war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You need no more of what you've already had
Your squaw is on the warpath tonight.

Yeah, your squaw is on the warpath tonight...

. . .


Many heartaches have passed since we met
There's a kind that a heart can't forget
And the sweet memories are too few
While I'm living my lifetime for you.

I'm living my life for you
You're living to break me in two
I'd die while you're being untrue
Still I'm living my lifetime for you.

--- Instrumental ---

If ever there should come a time
When you feel that you'd like to die
Well, you've made me feel that way too
But I'm living my lifetime for you.

I'm living my life for you
You're living to break me in two
I'd die while you're being untrue
Still I'm living my lifetime for you...

. . .

Barney

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Loretta Lynn)

It's now three o'clock in the morning
The doorknob turns and you tiptoe to bed
You think you're sneakin' in you should know better
I know exactly what goes on inside your head.

You've been with the boys so you'll tell me
It's a lie because I know right where you've been
I followed you tonight and watched you kiss her
Don't be so quite 'cause you're not sneakin' in.

Next time you're sneakin' in ring the doorbell
'Cause I won't be here to see the shape you're in
I've been losin' lots of sleep over nothin'
And I'm tired of hearin' nothin' sneakin' in.

--- Instrumental ---

And I'm tired of hearin' nothin' sneakin' in...

. . .


(D. Trowbridge)

You've just stepped in from steppin' out on me
And break that you've been on another spree
If you don't settle down and change your way
I'll wound up steppin' out on you someday.

I can't hold your love by force I wouldn't if I could
And I can't bring myself to leave though I know I should
You've just stepped in from steppin' out on me
You're not the faithful man I thought you'd be.

Many nights I've wondered what you'd do
If you caught me a steppin' out on you.

--- Instrumental ---

I can't hold your love by force I wouldn't if I could
And I can't bring myself to leave though I know I should
You've just stepped in from steppin' out on me
I'll bet your conscience hurts you constantly.

Oh, time and time again you've been untrue
So I'll just step in from steppin' out on you...

. . .


(Teddy Wilburn)

You ask why I'm wastin' myself on the wine
And if I'll come with you you show me a good time
Well haven't you noticed these rings on my hand
This bottle is taking the place of my man.

They called him to dudy but I have one too
Bein' true to the man who is fighting for you
I got lonesome without him so I found me a friend
This bottle is taking the place of my man.

--- Instrumental ---

I'm not proud of this bottle just got proud in one thing
Ever since he's been gone I've been true to his name
I'll be just like he left me when he come home again
This bottle is taking the place of my man.

You can buy me a drink but I think you should know
That a drink and some talk is as far as I go
I'll be nobody's woman till he holds me again
This bottle is taking the place of my man...

. . .


Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid
Over in the antique store.

Kaw-Liga just stood there
And never let it show
So she could never answer
Yes or no.

He always wore his Sunday feathers
And held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd talk.

Kaw-Liga too stubborn
To ever show a sign
Because his heart
Was made of knoty pine.

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
He never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
He don't know what he missed.

Is it any wonder
That his face is red
Kaw-Liga
That poor ol' wooden head.

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
Never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maid
With the coal black hair.

Kaw-Liga just stood there
And never let it show
So she could never answer
Yes or no.

And then one day a wealthy customer
Bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away
But ol' Kaw-Liga stayed.

Kaw-Liga just stands there
As lonely as can be
And wishes he was still
An old pine tree.

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
He never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
He don't know what he missed.

Is it any wonder
That his face is red
Kaw-Liga
That poor ol' wooden head.

Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head...

. . .


Let me go, please let me go you're hurtin' me

I've lost all your love so I can't understand
Are you holdin' on to just show me you can
This grip you have on me is as tight as it can be.
Let me go, please let me go you're hurtin' me.

Stayin' here unwanted will be the death of me
Needing love that you won't give me so desperately
It's more than I can stand let me go for I still can
Let me go please let me go you're hurtin' me.

Got no place to go but I'll go anyway
If I go I'll cry and I'll cry if I stay
I still love you can't you see and I don't want to be free
Let me go please let me go you're hurtin' me

Stayin' here unwanted will be the death of me
Needing love that you won't give me so desperately
It's more than I can stand let me go for I still can
Let me go please let me go you're hurtin' me...

. . .


I wanna tell you all a story
About a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
That attended Harper Valley Junior High
Her daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
And she said, "Mom I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA."

Well, the note said: Mrs. Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's been rumored you've been drinking
And running around with men and going wild
And we really don't think you should
Be bringing up your little girl this way
And it was signed the secretary
Of the Harper Valley PTA.

Well, it happened that PTA
Was gonna meet that very afternoon
And they were all suprised when Mrs. Johnson
Wore her mini-skirt into the room
And when she walked up to the blackboard,
I still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting
Of the Harper Valley PTA."

"Well, there's Bobby Taylor sitting there
And seven times he's asked me for a date
And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use
A lot of ice when he's away
And Mr. Baker can you tell us
Why your secretary had to leave this town
And can Winter Jones be told
To leave her window shades
All perfectly layed down.
Well Mr. Harper couldn't be here
'Cause he stayed too late at Kelly's Bar again
And if you smell Shirly Thompson's breath
You'll find she's had a little nip of gin.
And still you see the need to tell me
That as a mother I'm not fit.
Well, this is just a little hating place
For all you Harper Valley hipocrites."

No, I wouldn't put you on
Because it didn't really happen just that way
The day my momma socked it to
The Harper Valley PTA.

The day my momma socked it to
The Harper Valley PTA...

. . .


I walk alone where once we wandered
It seems so strange that you are gone
Till you return I'll stay the same dear
I'll still be true and walk alone.

The flame of love is brightly burning
You know that I'm your very own
Till you return I'll stay the same dear
I'll still be true and walk alone.

--- Instrumental ---

The flame of love is brightly burning
You know that I'm your very own
Till you return I'll stay the same dear
I'll still be true and walk alone...

. . .


I don't know the location he's usin',
He's so close and still I can't see
But I know all the heartache he's bringin'
Sure he's somewhere between you and me.

When you say that you love me I don't doubt it
But he tells me the same things you see
All I know he's on my mind much too often
'Cause he's somewhere between you and me.

Yes, he's somewhere between you and me
Give me time to erase his memory
'Cause my heart has to be free, completely
And he's somewhere between you and me.

--- Instrumental ---

Yes, he's somewhere between you and me
Give me time to erase his memory
'Cause my heart has to be free, completely
And he's somewhere between you and me.

Yes, he's somewhere between you and me...

. . .


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