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The preacher man says its the end of time
and the Mississippi River she's a going dry.
The interest is up and the stock markets down
and you only get mugged if you go downtown.
I live back in the woods you see,
my woman, and the kids and the dogs and me.
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four wheel drive
and a country boy can survive. Country folks can survive.

Well you walked in here and took
That stool right next to me
And you just got through
Your sad life's history
I'd like a few words before
You start again friend

Blues my name, heartbreak is my next of kin

Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five?
Canyonero! Canyonero!

Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down,
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown,
Canyonero! Canyonero!

When the nighttime comes fallin' down I jump in my pickup and head out of town
I ride on out to the country and call up my sweet honey
And we'll mess around and make country love
Meet me at night tonight and we'll go down by the river side
Take along some moonshine our love is much too strong for wine
And we'll drink it up and make country love
Some folks fall to the city just to do that lovin' dirt
But just get me the smell of pine trees makin' love in the warm country air

It was colder than a well digger's ankles in Cutbank, Montana.
But my heart was on fire as I saw her step down from the train.
I'd been up there forever, but her arms were finally around me.
All my icicles melted away at the sound of her name.

I held her to me as tightly as I held her letter,
That said "I don't love him. I'm leaving this cold mean man."
As the train pulled away from the platform

I guess you noticed there is only eleven roses

I chose them from our garden where they grew

Take the roses and look into the mirror

And the twelfth rose will be looking back at you

Let me tell you about the farm
All my friends are in the barn
Barn Life, Farmers Wife
Don't you make me say it twice
Sunny days
Bale and Hay
Go to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk

FORGED BY FIRE ....Daryl Burgess/Ron Hellard
it was hard for him to get out of bed
when the phone rang, sleep-eyed she said
Charlie's drunk again
why don't you just let it ring
through the years he'd alaways picked it up
for the guy who came back and saved his butt
what they have in common is a brotherhood

"Houston, We Have A Problem"

Early this morning with no system warning
She left without saying goodbye
My Aurora Borealis was streaking for Dallas
Like a comet burning out of the sky

I did something bad, she got mega mad

A breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I wanted money cause I had none I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I left my baby and I feel so bad I guess the race is run
Cause he's the best man I ever had I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
[ guitar ]

I love you I'll prove it in days to come
I swear it's true darling
You're the only one
I think of you of the past and all our fun
I love you I'll prove it in days to come

You're my darling you've been true
I should have been good to you

I don't know how I'll get her ioff my mind
But give me time and I'll think of something
I can't say today that I'm alright
But by tonight I'll think of Something

I'll find so many things to do
That I won't have the time to think of her
And then if she's still on my mind

Jesus I know I've neglected to do the little things the big things you wanted me to
I've let you down Jesus that's not hard to see Jesus oh Jesus don't give up on me
Stand by me Jesus forgive me somehow if there's any hope left don't leave me now
I might be worth saving I'm trying to be Jesus oh Jesus don't give up on me

It's late I know and I've made you wait
But don't turn the light out don't lock the gate
Forgiveness and patience that's all I need Jesus oh Jesus don't give up on me

I got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling
I wanna call you on the phone I'm gonna give you a ring
But each time we talk I get the same old thing
Always no huggin no kissin until I get a wedding ring
My honey my baby don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't give no lines and keep your hands to yourself

Oaah baby baby baby why you want to treat me this way

I'm gonna quit singin' all these sad songs
'Cause I can't stand the pain
Oh, the life I sing about now
And the one I live is the same

When I sing them old songs of daddy's
Seems like every one comes true
Lord, please help me

I'm going to Montana to spend the winter
I hear the snows are deep up
There and the winds are cold
Way out there the blues will never find me oh
I'm going to Montana to rest my soul
I wish that special someone was goin' along
But she don't love me anymore
So I'll be gone

I remember a young Johnny Cash waiting in the wings
'Cause he'd hand me his cigarette when he'd go out to sing
And the good ol' Marshall Tucker Band back in '83
Was a special night, they asked me "Come on out and play Can't You See"
Dolly was a teenage girl when I first met 'er, wow
Jerry Lee played rock ‘n’ roll at my house and I'm proud

I'm from the old school

Slowly I'm falling more in love with you
And slowly you're winning a heart that can be true
Now I can't hide my feelings no matter what I do
For slowly I'm falling more in love with you

More and more I need you and want you by my side
More and more I love you as each day passes by
My heart I know you're stealing I hope that you'll be true

As long as I can keep a lot a friends around me
Oh, it helps to keep a worried mind occupied
I do alright till dark of night surrounds me
And then I think of her and then I cry

Lord, there's a cold heart gone and I'm stoned at the jukebox
Playin' I cant help it if I'm still in love with you
'Cause that's the kind of songs it takes to get all at ol' hurtin' out

I'm just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer
Kind of a clinger to sad old songs
I'm not a walk-behinder, I'm a new note finder
But my name's a reminder of a blues man that's already gone

So I started drinkin', took some things that messed up my thinkin'
I was sure sinkin' when she came along
I was alone in the spot light, not too much left in sight

Theres some things in this country you dont mess with
And I am blessed to be on that short list
Were out here in the real world
Not that feel good media swirl
And we got somethin for you read our lips
They made a huge miscalculation
About the mood of this nation
Good working people done got tired of being wrong