If I Could Just Go Home

Oh Lord if I could just go home I'd do things different from now on. There wouldn't be near the gray in my old daddy's hair. Oh Lord if I could just go home.

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I'm Getting Better

I didn't cry today I even smile today. When I heard someone say that you had passed his way. I guess you'd have to say I'm gettin' better. Then I heard our old song the hurt wasn't quite so strong.

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I'll Take You Away

Greyhound bus on a corner of a rainy street seems to say. Climb aboard by morning you will sleep far away. From this town where falling down brings laughing crowds.

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I'd Best Be Leaving You

Before the snow flies and summer dies the wildbirds fly away. Before the winter falls the spirit calls and warns 'em not to stay. And this morning something's warning me our love affair is through.

Trubbel

Nu lyser ängarna av sommarns alla blommor.. Nu surrar bin, och fåglar sjunger överallt.. Nu stryker vinden genom trädens höga kronor. men i min trädgård är det visset, mörkt och kallt..

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I Really Didn't Have A Thing To Do Today

From time, to time. I've almost can mask myself there I was over you. And I've even pretend their intended. We never really happy on any way. But sometimes, like now, I realize I'm missing you.

I Know Better

I could tell you that it don't hurt you're leavin' me. And I could say it never really matter the way you've always treated me. Baby I could lie to you some more and say I won't cry when you walk out back door.

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Hundred Dollar Lady

THEY CALL HER A HUNDRED DOLLAR LADY. I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT SHES WORTH. BUT EVER SINCE SHE WALKED. INTO THIS HONKY TONK. IVE COUNTED ALL MY MONEY WANTIN HER.

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How Do You Do That?

Words & Music by. Ed Bruce and Donnie Blanz. . At the door at five a.m.. Off to bust my back again. And here you are, kissing me goodbye. Suddenly the day at hand.

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Her Sweet Love And The Baby

Soft rain kissing the fallen leaves night wind harmonizing with whispering trees. Of pretty sounds I've heard the sweetest I think maybe. Is when she sings to the baby.

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