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And on a related note...

Family Tradition ~ Hank Williams Jr

Country music singers

Have always been a real close family

But lately some of my kin folks

have disowned a few others and me

I guess its because

I kinda changed my direction

I guess i went and broke the family tradition

They get on me wanna know Hank

Why do you drink?

(Hank) why do you roll smoke?

Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?

Over and over

Everybody made my prediction

So if I get stoned

I'm just carryin'

on an old family tradition

I am very proud

of my daddy's name

Although his kinda music

and mine ain't exactly the same

Stop and think it over

put yourself in my position

If I get stoned and sing all night long

it's a family tradition

Don't ask me Hank

Why do you drink?

(Hank) why do you roll smoke?

Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?

If I'm down in a Honky-Tonk

Some ol' slick's tryin to give me corrections

I'll say leave me alone

I'm singin all night long

it's a family tradition

Lordy, I have loved some ladies

and I have loved Jim Beam

and they both tried to kill me

in 1973

when that doctor asked me

Son how did you get in this condition

I said hey sawbones I'm just carryin on

an old family tradition

So don't ask me Hank

Why do you drink?

(Hank) why do you roll smoke?

Why must you live out the songs you wrote?

Stop and think it over

Try and put yourself in my unique position

If I get stoned and sing all night long

It's a family tradition!

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You've got dinner reservations, tickets to a show, and a great bottle of wine? No thank you. Here's my idea of a lovely evening. Spring's almost over, the catfish'r bitin' and it's time...

Fishin' In The Dark

Lazy yellow moon comin up tonite,

Shinin thru the trees,

Crickets are singin and lightning bugs

Are floatin on the breeze

Baby get ready.....

Across the field where the creek turns back by the ole stump road

Im gonna take you to a special place that nobody knows

Baby get ready.....

You and me going fishing in the dark,

Lying on our backs and counting the stars

Where the cool grass grows.

Down by the river in the full moon light,

Well be fallin in love in the middle of the night

Just movin slow...

Stayin the whole night thru, feels so good to be with you...

Spring is almost over and the summers come

And the days are gettin long

Waited all winter for the time to be right, just to take you along

Baby get ready.....

And it dont matter if we sit forever and the fish dont bite

Jump in the river and cool ourselves from the heat of the night

Baby get ready.....

Now, tell me that doesn't sound lovely. :)

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You've got dinner reservations, tickets to a show, and a great bottle of wine? No thank you. Here's my idea of a lovely evening. Spring's almost over, the catfish'r bitin' and it's time...

Fishin' In The Dark

Lazy yellow moon comin up tonite,

Shinin thru the trees,

Crickets are singin and lightning bugs

Are floatin on the breeze

Baby get ready.....

Across the field where the creek turns back by the ole stump road

Im gonna take you to a special place that nobody knows

Baby get ready.....

You and me going fishing in the dark,

Lying on our backs and counting the stars

Where the cool grass grows.

Down by the river in the full moon light,

Well be fallin in love in the middle of the night

Just movin slow...

Stayin the whole night thru, feels so good to be with you...

Spring is almost over and the summers come

And the days are gettin long

Waited all winter for the time to be right, just to take you along

Baby get ready.....

And it dont matter if we sit forever and the fish dont bite

Jump in the river and cool ourselves from the heat of the night

Baby get ready.....

Now, tell me that doesn't sound lovely. :)

I used to be a DJ on a country station when the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band came out with that record. I thought it was so full of imagery that it was one song I would stop working to listen to all the way through.

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Folsom Prison Blues ~ Johnny Cash

I hear that train a-comin'

It's rollin' around the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine, since...

I don't know when.

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin' on,

But that train keeps a-movin'

On down to San An-tone.

When I was just a baby

My Mama told me, "Son,

Always be a good boy,

Don't ever play with guns."

But I shot a man in Reno,

Just to watch him die.

Now when I hear that whistle blowin'

I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin'

In them fancy dinin' cars.

They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee,

And smokin' big cigars.

But I know I had it comin'

I know I can't be free.

But that train keeps a-movin'

And that's what tortures me.

When I get out of prison

If that railroad train was mine,

I bet I'd move it on

A little farther down the line.

Far from Folsom prison...

That's where I want to stay.

Then I'd let that lonesome whistle

Blow my blues away.

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Gentle On My Mind

-Artist: Glen Campbell

-peak Billboard position-originally # 62 in 1967 but re-charted at # 39 in 1968

-Words and Music by John Hartford

It's knowin' that your door is always open

And your path is free to walk

That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag

Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowin' I'm not shackled

By forgotten words and bonds

And the ink stains that have dried upon some line

That keeps you in the back roads

By the rivers of my memory

That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy

Planted on their columns now that bind me

Or something that somebody said because

They thought we fit together walkin'

It's just knowing that the world

Will not be cursing or forgiving

When I walk along some railroad track and find

That you're movin' on the back roads

By the rivers of my memory

And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines

And the junkyards and the highways come between us

And some other woman's cryin' to her mother

'cause she turned and I was gone

I still might run in silence

Tears of joy might stain my face

And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind

But not to where I cannot see

You walkin' on the back roads

By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron

In some train yard

My beard a rustlin' coal pile

And a dirty hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can

I pretend to hold you to my breast and find

That you're waitin' from the back roads

By the rivers of my memory

Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

I've always liked this song... :)

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Sometimes "Country" can be pretty far from Nashville, or Texas, for that matter. I'm speaking of Hawaiian cowboys, aka "Paniolo"

Here's a song that Melveen Leed took to Nashville when she made a Country album.

Paniolo Country by M. Shutte Jr.

Places I have been,

cities I have seen,

with concrete caverns rising from the ground.

Miles and miles of asphalt trail,

stretch across a land,

stampeding metal ponies leaving smoke along the way...

I'm going back to paniolo county,

stars at night

no city lights.

Paniolo country, my home on the range.

I made up my mind, won't waste any time

I'm going back to where the clouds ride high.

take my word its pretty, not like the great big city

the winds still bring cool clear mountian air.

I'm going back to paniolo country

rain drops fall, the grass grows tall

paniolo county, my home on the range.

:guitar:

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this is an RCPM song that defies categorizing. It sounds a bit twangy, however, and it well worth a read-through the lyrics, if not a listen. :grin:

Little Hung Over

Oh, what a sin, looks like I slept in

And I'm a-gonna be a little bit late

My therapy began again

to mend my broken heart again

When happy hour started at eight

Now I don't keep score, no not anymore

You see, I seen a slammin' door

a time or two before

I know I'm gonna pull through

I'm just a little hung over you…

Headaches and heartaches will end

Bring me aspirin and friends

All I need is some laughs to get me back on the road

Then I'm back on the mend,

back in the saddle again

And I'm the winner of the barstool rodeo

I don't get so I cry anymore

I've seen a barroom floor a time or two before

I know I'm gonna pull through

I'm just a little hung over you….

(Chorus)

So barkeep won'tcha pick me

the longest hair of that dog that bit me

And pull his sharpest tooth

Pour me your highest proof

That these lowdown blues'll quit me

Well, I sure had fun when I was her number one

But now I'm standing' in number two

But now I'm changing my shoes

I'm just a little hung over you

Meanwhile back at the bar

I show off another scar

From using my heart for bait

Another false start of mine,

back to the end of the line

Where true love is-a-gonna have to wait

Well I sure had fun when I was your number one

But now I'm standing in number two

But now I'm changing my shoes

I'm gonna sing a little blues

I'm just a little hung over you

(Chorus)

Barkeep won'tcha hit me...

…there's a girl at the bar

the twinkle's gone out of her star

a hundred teardrops on her shoes…

And though her head's hung low

I think it's someone I know

Is that little hung over you?

Is that little hung over you?

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The One I Loved Back Then ~ George Jones

I stopped off at the Quicksack for some beer and cigarettes

The old man took my money as he stared at my Corvette

He said, I had one just like her son, a 1963

'Til the man down at the bank took her from me

Oh, she was hotter than a two dollar pistol

She was the fastest thing around

Long and lean every young man's dream

She turned every head in town

She was built and fun to handle Son

I'm glad that you dropped in

She reminds me of the one I loved back then

Then I handed him my keys and said, here take her for a spin

The old man scratched his head, then he looked at me and grinned

He said son you just don't understand it ain't the car I want

It's the brunette in your 'vette that turns me on

I had one that was hotter than a two dollar pistol

She was the fastest thing around

Long and lean every young man's dream

She turned every head in town

She was built and fun to handle Son

I'm glad that you dropped in

She reminds me of the one I loved back then

Lord she was hotter than a two dollar pistol

She was the fastest thing around

Long and lean every young man's dream

She turned every head in town

She was built and fun to handle Son

I'm glad that you dropped in

She reminds me of the one I loved back then

She reminds me of the one I loved back then

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My Give a Damn's Busted

Jo Dee Messina

Well you filled up my head,

With so many lies.

Twisted my heart

Til something snapped inside.

I'd like to give it one more try

but my give a damn's busted.

You can crawl back home

say you were wrong,

stand out in the yard

cry all night long.

Well go ahead and water my lawn.

My give a damn's busted.

(chorus)

I really wanna care,

I wanna feel somethin'

Let me dig a little deeper...

Nope...

Sorry...

Nothin'

(2nd verse)

You can say you've got issues.

You can say you're a victim.

It's all your parents fault,

After all you didn't pick em

Well maybe Oprah's got time to listen.

My give a damn's busted.

(*Well let me get this straight now)

Your therapist said

It was all just a phase

A product of the prozac

And your co-dependent ways

So uhh ... who's your enabler these days

My give a damn's busted.

(chorus)

I really wanna care,

I wanna feel somethin'

Let me dig a little deeper...

Eeh-Eeh

(3rd verse)

(*Oh you're tellin' me)

It's a desperate situation,

No tellin' what you'll do.

If I don't forgive you,

You say your life is through.

Well honey... give me somethin' I can use.

(My give a damn's busted.)

(*Ahh you knew I was gonna say that, didn't ya.)

My give a damn's busted (*ha ha)

My give a damn's busted

Honey trust me

My give a damn's busted yeahhh ...

OOOH

My give a damn's busted yeahhh

(*You wanna do what?)(*ha ha ha ha ha)

My give a damn's busted

(*Get the party started thats what we'll do)

My give a damn's busted

(*I'm not done honey, trust me)

My give a damn's busted

(*Been there, done that)

My give a damn's busted

My give a damn's busted

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this song always ALWAYS picks me up when I'm feelin' a little blue...

"It's A Great Day To Be Alive"

Travis Tritt

I got rice cooking in the microwave

Got a three day beard I don't plan to shave

And it's a goofy thing but I just gotta say

Hey I'm doing alright

Yeah I think I'll make me some homemade soup

Feelin pretty good and that's the truth

It's neither drink nor drug induced

No I'm just doin alright

And it's a great day to be alive

I know the sun's still shinin when I close my eyes

There's some hard times in the neigborhood

But why can't every day be just this good?

It's been fifteen years since I left home

Said good luck to every seed I'd sown

Give it my best and then I left it alone

Oh...I hope their doin alright

Now I look in the mirror and what do I see?

A lone wolf there starin back at me

Long in the tooth but harmless as can be

Lord I guess he's doin alright

And it's a great day to be alive

I know the sun's still shinin when I close my eyes

There's some hard times in the neigborhood

But why can't every day be just this good?

Sometimes it's lonely

Sometimes it's only me

And the shadows that fill this room

Sometimes I'm fallin

Desperately callin

Howlin at the moon...

Ahwoo!

Ahwoo!

Well I might go get me a new tattoo

Or take my old Harley for a three day cruise

Might even grow me a Fu Man Chu...

Oh Aww!

And it's a great day to be alive

I know the sun's still shinin when I close my eyes

There's some hard times in the neigborhood

But why can't every day be just this good?

And it's a great day to be alive

I know the sun's still shinin when I close my eyes

There's some hard times in the neigborhood

But why can't every day be just this good?

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