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Tonight, I'm gonna break away
Just you wait and see
I'll never be imprisoned by a faded memory

Just when I think I'm over him
This broken heart will mend
I hear his name and I have to cry
The tears come down again

Rise and follow me
I'll make you worthy
Rise and follow me
I'll make you fishers of men.

Rise and follow me
I'll make you worthy
Rise and follow me

It was a gathering of some 300 people
In the little church the crowd began to swell
Quite a send off for a simple country farmer
For many loved and knew the old man well

And as his bride of 60 years came forward
She bravely walked to where his body lay
A hush fell over all that stood around her

If I could be what I'd like to be
I'd like to be a train
Cause trains don't have no heart to break
And they don't feel no pain
If love was like a sweet red wine
I'd drink away my pain
I'd drink until my heart was filled
With love instead of shame

It's three in the morning on a Saturday night.
The laundry and dishes just ain't worth the fight.
Headlights are dancin' across the living room wall.
And that long distant highway just echos the hall.

Now the babies are sleeping on back in their room,
And he's been passed out on the sofa since noon.
Nobody told her about none of these things,

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I`m begging of you please don`t take my man

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don`t take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair

Within the prison of my soul
Locked within my troubled mind
There's a boy I can't forget
Cause he's just one of a kind

Just a plain old fashioned boy
The kind a girl don't have to tame
When he starts to settle down

She pulled out of Mobile Moving through the darkness in the pouring rain, like a hurricane. From southern New Port waters to the Cumberland so green, and all points in between. Louisville by Nashville Pounding out a rhythm making up lost time, {Chorus} Heading for that bluegrass state of mine. White smoke a rollin' Whistle a blowin' Kentucky borderline. Listening to her engine keeping time Birmingham by noon, Montgomery my morning upward to the moon. a low sighed refrain, Onward through the timber Her lonesome whistle cries like the boys down on Mill street singing of the pain. No one is gonna stop her from her appointed rounds, its glory bound. This train is moving on {Chorus} Her lungs are full of fire breathing burning coal, like thunder when it rolls. A raging locamotion Singing for the mighty who cast her molten steel, Drawed the spike and laid the rail to ride beneath her wheels. The pride of our nation she's a monument to them, A southern bell that mighty L&N {Chorus} Kentucky borderline

Good morning captain
Good morning to you sir, hey, hey, yeah
Do you need another mule skinner
Out on your noon day run? Hey, hey, yeah
Yodel-ay he he, he, he, he he he he he he

I'm a lady mule skinner
Out on old Tennessee way, hey, hey, yeah

Sometimes I feel confident
like I`m in control,
Rolling out in Vegas
and landing every roll.
But lately I ain`t winning
it`s snake eyes every time,
I`m losing and I`m down
to my last dime.

As my mind wanders back to the quaint little shack
Where in childhood I used to play;
There with mother and dad, we were happy and glad
As we whiled the sweet moments away;
We would all kneel in prayer and in reverence there
We would praise the redeemer on high.
Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine
And I long for that mother's love.