Written by Jimmie Rodgers. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues. Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues.
From ol' Montana down to Alabama. I've been before and I'll travel again. You triflin' women can't keep a good man down. You dealt the cards but you missed the play.
It was early in the fall and a blowin' up a squall. From the trestle you could hear the weirdest moans. With a mighty lonesome cry came a whistle from the sky.
I thought I was a gambler. Broke ev'ry shark in town. Until I met a rounder. Who called all I put down. We laid the cards on the table. He drew an ace high hand.
I loved a gal who invented kissin', I don't recall her name. But I do believe that gal should sit high up in the hall of fame. Until she came along just think what we were missin'.
Livin' on a bloody street. Watch the bullets fly by me. as you get your drugs for your disease. . Livin' on a bloody street. Watch the bullets fly by me.
gotta buy my paw a truck. cause he got totally too fucked up. He got so drunk he got in a fight. and then he stole my redneck ride. . I gotta buy my paw a truck.
Well down the Mississippi highway. into New Orleans. I said everything is going ok. . I got my hillbilly ride. and my gal by my side. and we're doing it all the way.
Bottle night 3 am. Drying out in the den. Good fellowship, we gonna get it together. We gonna build and bitch. Oh fella's I want you t' know. I feel alright 'bout the new way.
When you walk out of god's house. Don't complain. You've got yer gold and silver. And you've got yer pretty girl. When you walk out of god's house. Don't complain.
Our candles are in danger from the way we carry them. So keep yer matches handy and wait to see if when. The ghosts of hallelujah trickle through the walls.
A red suitcase she'll never miss. A leather coat he used to wear. Thinking tough, looking tired. With momma's money and daddy's ring. . He's gone like the water down to.
Well, it seems these days everybody's in a hurry. First to get the worm them birds are losin' their minds. Well, I can say I don't like wakin' up that early.
Window seat, thirty thousand feet above the ground. Blue moonbeams on silver wings, brings me down. Slipping off my coat for the long night flight. I find a note she wrote last night.
A million dollar face. So ivory and fair. That launched a thousand ships. Danced with Fred Astaire. Lusted for her dreams. So passionate and wild. So talented it seemed.
She's been playin' them low life honky tonks. For thirty years in Texas. She's sick and tired of all them Reba songs. They keep requestin'. . She's about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out.
Two young cowboys went riding out one dark and windy day. Upon a ridge they rested as they went up on their way. When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed sheep they saw.
Sunshine, and the rain falls down. And the cold winds blow and the heat cracks the ground. But down a dirt road out in Chickasaw county. The only thing I notice is when your arms aren't around me.
She was waitin' tables in a diner off of Highway 41. On his way to Indiana on another midnight run. So they talked about the weather and the next thing that you know.
If I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia. Then I guess I'll be Alabama bound. There was a time when I'd do anything for you. But this time, baby, I won't turn around, yeah.