Dont say that this didnt hurt. Ive cried all night. And now is your turn. One way to get back at you. Is to turn it around. And do the same to you. Dont say dont say dont say dont say.
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.
I went honky tonkin' last Saturday night. Dancin' and prancin' beneath the neon lights. Pocket full of silver and not a care in the world. Havin' fun and flirtin' with them honky tonk girls.
A laughing baby boy one evening in his play. Disturbed the household with his noisy glee. I warned him to be quiet but he soon would disobey. For he would soon forget a word from 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, hey there, mister man. What's that you say?. Well, you don't like our style. And you say that we're out of date. . With a little bit of Hellbilly country music.
I guess I'm gettin' over you cause less and less I cry. Now everytime I hear your name just a little less I die. I find the way to live again without you now it seems.
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.
Verse 1. . When you take me by the hand. And you tell me I'm your man. Do I like it?. Yes I like it. . Verse 2 . . .. . Refrain 1. . And when we're in a crowd I sure am proud.
California's calling, and it's hard to let her go. From the hills, you hear them whisper. Baby, please come home, home.. Your skin was always golden brown and now your cheeks have turned pale.
Well, I'm cruisin' all alone. Just a singing my poor song. I've seen them hard hard times. But that's my kind of life. . I like it most the time. When I'm drunk and feeling high.
Call me a pretty boy, they call me a saint. They call me a sinner, well it's gonna be the same. 'cause I'm not afraid, and I'm not a-feared. I ain't gonna lose it, and I'm not scared.
Baby, baby I miss you so very much, it hurts me. Baby I just gotta, I gotta have my baby back. Can't sleep, can't eat because I've lost my sweet baby sweet.
Written by Myrtle Jackson. Recorded by Hank Snow. . I don't care how dark and drear my way may be I won't mind the cross to bear. For I know in God's own time he'll set me free.
I find you cheatin' on me like you have done before. There ain't no greetin' for me when I walk through the door. I find you cheatin' on me but then I'm not surprised.
Yeah, I'm rollin' down that Texas line to see that bar room gill.. If I'm to get fired up and mean and drinkin' time my friends.. I know that someone's going down, that's the rumor I hear on streets.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon. The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune. Back at the bar in a solo game sat Dangerous Dan McGrew.
Well I am workin' real hard. and not gettin' paid. and I'm sick of this life. and I gotta get a break. . I've been real high. and I've been down low. and I live in a shack.
Just like old times you were here last night and gone was my worry and care. When I awoke I knew then that I had dreamed of an old love affair. I was alone in the darkness my dear many dreams ago you left me there.
I've been all around Gutter Town. Looking for a better frown. Beating on misery's door.. . Looking high and looking low. I guess I'm one of those lost souls.