Written by Elvis Presley and Otis Blackwell. . You know I can be found, sitting home all alone. If you can't come around, at least please telephone. Don't be cruel, to a heart that's true.
Written by Jimmy Skinner. . On this old rock pile, with a ball and chain. They call me by a number not a name, Lord Lord. I've gotta do my time, I've gotta do my time.
Intro:G-C-Em-D(2x). . Verse:. G C. We thought it would never be the same. Em Em. But the world has changed our life.. G C. But now its the only the two of us lets help to save the world..
I've heard everybody talkin'. And the word is in the air. That you made plans to say goodbye. And leave me standing here. . Well, you say that you don't love me.
Lester: I'll tell you what lets do. Lets do one of the real old ones here. Marty, Marty Stuart, if you will. Some of the neighbours wanted to here one, that, we recorded way back in the middle, fifties I guess it was. And of course we're always happy to try to do the numbers that you do ask for, and it's one entitled DIM LIGHTS, THICK SMOKE AND LOUD, LOUD MUSIC..
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.. I think you only live to see the lights of town.. I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.. When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
Well, I live in the city and I've been around. Seen every single woman in this old town. But all they do is bring me down. Gonna find me a country girl.
He's got a John Deere cap and a bad haircut. A face only a mama could love. But he's a heart worker, he comes home at night. . He's got a wife and a dog, two kids and a half.
Written by Marty Stuart. . She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen. Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine. I've never seen a girl like that, in this country town.
All the lies that you've told me. everything that wasn't true. I just didn't realize. 'cause I was in Love with you. But there is nothing you could do.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Well if you're down in Mississippi, where the livin's slow. And you're just standin' on the corner, wonderin' which way to go.
Touch me, turn me on, and burn me down. Your lips, hold a wild desire. And give a kiss like the devil's fire. Your kind of love could burn a town. Touch me, turn me on, and burn me down.
You've called what you love a demon. a sickness you won't cure. aversion therapy won't tame a lion. stern words won't turn a tide. . It's just war every time.
Written by John R. Cash and Billy Smith. . There's an engine at the station, the whistle calls my name. It's callin', callin', callin', come and get aboard me aboard the train.
Blue railroad train goin' down the railroad track. It makes me feel so dog-gone blue to listen to that old smoke stack. Come back again, let me hear your whistle blow.
There'll be greener pastures. Across that border line. We'll see new horizons, my darlin'. Far beyond the great divide. . Pools of clear blue waters. Star light in the sky.
Written by Harlan Howard. . An old guitar picker had run out liquor. So I sat down beside him and bought him a drink. I bought him another and finally some color.