When it's peach picking time in Georgia apple picking time in Tennessee. Cotton picking time in Mississippi everybody picks on me. When it's roundup time in Texas the cowboys make whoopee.
I'm travelin' down the lonesome road of sorrow. Paving the highway with tears. Without your love I face a blue tomorrow. Paving the highway with tears.
Written by - Harry C. McAuliffe - Bobby Gregory. Recorded by Hawkshaw Hawkins. . You look at this picture with a wondering eye. And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side.
I realize the way your eyes deceived me. With tender looks that I mistook for love. So take away the flowers that I sent you. And I'll send the kind that you remind me of.
I went to Panama. To find out why it's called the tropic zone. The senoritas there had so much charm. They could even melt a heart of stone. A hot tamale gal she flashed me a smile.
I have heard your stories about your fast trains. But now I'll tell you 'bout one all the southern folks have seen. She's the beauty of the southland, listen to that whistle scream.
Everyone knows it's all over I told them the things that we've planned. But they never see you walking with me and somehow they don't understand. Oh let's forget this sorrow and a pair of broken hearts.
Do you hear the hiss in the lies. Are you worn out from the spin. Just wanting a taste of the truth. 'cause the madness makes you sick. . A peace of mind is what you wanted to find.
Hey get up, get loud. Start pumpin up the party now. Hey get up, get loud. Start pumpin up the party now. . It's the same old, same grind. But we don't feel we're wasting time.
I lost myself at your show last night. Looking at the sparkling eyes. In the middle of a fresher crowd. You keep living like you're a movie star. But tell me who you really are.
I know you think I'm perfect. I know you think I'm fine. But that's not the real side of me. everytime. You think I'm the one for you. You think that I love you.
Maybe he's right, maybe there is. Something the matter with me. I just don't see how a world that makes. Such wonderful things could be bad. . Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?.
POP A TOP. Writer Nat Stuckey. . Pop a top again I just got time for one more round Sit em up my friends Then I'll be gone Then you can let some other fool sit down I'd like for you'd to listen to a joke I heard today From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away I'd tried to smile and did a while it felt so outta place Did you ever hear of a clown with tears drops streaming down his face. Pop a top again I think I'll have another round Sit em up my friend Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down. Home for me is misery and here I am wasting time Cause a row of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind But then you see her leaving me it's not what I prefer So it's either here just drinking beer or at home remembering her. Pop a top again I think I'll have another round Sit em up my friend Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down Pop a top again..
PICK ME UP ON YOUR WAY DOWN. (Harlan Howard). '56 Tree Publishing. . You were mine for just a while now you're puttin' on the style. And you've never once looked back to your home across the track.
You said that you'd be mine and we signed that dotted line. I thought that we'd be happy, you and me. If I had only known your love was just a loan. For now you're asking me to set you free.
PAPER DOLL. Writer Johnny Black. . I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own A doll that other fellows cannot steal And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes Will have to flirt with dollies that are real When I come home at night she will be waiting She'll be the truest doll in all this world I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own Than have a fickle-minded real live girl I guess I had a million dolls or more I guess I've played the doll game o'er and o'er I just quarreled with Sue, that's why I'm blue She's gone away and left me just like all dolls do I'll tell you boys, it's tough to be alone And it's tough to love a doll that's not your own I'm through with all of them I'll never ball again Say boy, whatcha gonna do? I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own A doll that other fellows cannot steal And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes Will have to flirt with dollies that are real When I come home at night she will be waiting She'll be the truest doll in all this world I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own Than have a fickle-minded real live girl.
Well, I've been awake for eight days straight:. Well, it must've been them pills I took.. I been twitchin' an' turnin' an' seein' visions:. It must've been them pills I took..
This song is written and dedicated for G.G Allin. . Pt. I. . I drink a lotta whiskey, smokin all the time. I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night. Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights.
Well, I've been awake for eight days straight:. Well, it must've been them pills I took.. I been twitchin' an' turnin' an' seein' visions:. It must've been them pills I took..
Every time it rains, it rains. Pennies from heaven. Don't you know each cloud contains. Pennies from heaven. . You'll find your fortunes falling. All over the town.