Chattin' with a chick in Chattanooga. The cutest southern belle I've ever seen. Looks just like a dewdrop in the starlight. She's the idol of my dreams.
Pardon me, boy. Is this the Chattanooga choo choo. Track twenty-nine. Boy, you can give me a shine. I can afford. To board a Chattanooga choo choo. I've got my fare.
(The rippling rills the cataract spills the whippoorwill thrills). Take a look at the sky where the whippoorwill thrills. And the mountains so high where the cataract spills.
On days like this we would linger by the ocean. When we would dream as we lay there side by side. I don't know why but one day you got the notion. To sit and watch for the changing of the tide.
A long time ago. In a town in Tennessee. There lived a man. And he was great as he could be. By the sweat of his brow. He earned fortune and fame. Casey Jones was his name.
Have you ever been down to Haiti. When the summer sun was sinkin' low. There's nothing but romance. Just everywhere you glance. . And the native hearts are all aglow.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . (D) I rode your ocean liner to New (EM) foundland,. Where I (BM) made a living in an iron (A) mine.. When I (G) got my fill I went to Nova (A) Scotia,.
Hey pretty mama I'm as blue as the skies above. Hey pretty mama you're the only woman I love. And your daddy's gonna love you but I just can't have you blues.
So the bright lights beckon you again. And took you back and fill your life with sin. I knew they'd never really set you free. I knew again you'd soon be leaving me.
(And that's why there's a Christmas Day). When I was but a youngster Christmas meant one thing. That I'd be getting lots of toys that day. I learned a whole lot different when mother set me down.
CRYIN' IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA. Writer Hank Thompson. . Well, I went to see my baby. She said stay away from me. 'Cause I'm a hot wire. And you're a flat tire.
COUNTRY BUMPKIN. (Don Wayne). '74 Tree Publishing. . He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall bar stool. With a long soft southern drawl said I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool.
CORNER OF MY LIFE. (Bill Anderson). '73 Stallion Music. . I'm not looking for a sweetheart just a gentle lady friend. Someone I can softly turn to when I need to now and then.
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds. I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down. Went right home and I went to bed. I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head.
CAB DRIVER. Writer C. Carson Parks. . Cab Driver, drive by Mary's place I just wanna chance to see her face Don't stop the meter, let it race Cab Driver, drive by Mary's place Cab Driver, once more round the block Never mind the ticking of the clock I only wish we could have a talk Cab Driver, once more round the block Cab Driver, once more down the street There's a little place we used to meet That`s where I laid my future at her feet Cab Driver, once more down the street Cab Driver, wait here by the door Perhaps I'll hold her in my arms once more Then thing's will be just like before Cab Driver, wait here by the door Cab Driver, better take me home I guess that I was meant to be alone I hope God sends me a love one of my own Cab Driver, better take me home Cab Driver, better take me home!.
Tearing up the earth and knocking down those cornrows. Plowboy and mule and a size twelve steel toe. Workin up a sweat, gonna meet her at the fishin hole.
This workin' all day ain't gettin' me nowhere. A breakin' my back won't get it done. I wish I had a dime, I wish I had a dollar. For every dream that I gave up on, y'all.
Halfway To Hazard with the rain comin down. I wish I could go home but its just an old empty house. So I find me a cheap motel room and a bottle of Black Label Jack.
She lives close to the tracks. So she never sleeps a wink. The trains run all night. Give her plenty time to think. . About the love that she had. To a man brave and true.