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Music

Country Music (2003)

TRACK LISTING

  • How many times have, you heard someone say
    If I had his money, I could do things my way
    But little they know, that it’s so hard to find
    One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind
    Money can’t buy back, your youth when you’re old
    Or a friend when you’re lonesome, or a love that’s grown cold
    The wealthiest person, is a pauper at times
    Compared to the man, with a satisfied mind
    When my life has ended, and my time has run out
    My friends and my loved ones, I’ll leave there’s no doubt
    But one thing’s for certain, when it comes my time
    I’ll leave this old world, with a satisfied mind
    How many times have, you heard someone say
    If I had his money, I could do things my way
    But little they know, that it’s so hard to find
    One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind
    One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind

  • Yes she broke my heart again (fool for love)
    That’s the way it’s always been (fool for love)
    It’s a cryin’ game, if you play long enough
    It’s a beautiful pain

    When you’re a fool, for love
    Fool, for love

    I tell myself that I don’t care (fool for love)
    But I keep hopin’, she’ll be there (fool for love)
    It’s a cryin’ game, if you play long enough
    You’re slowly going insane

    When you’re a fool, for love
    Fool, for love
    (Fool for love)
    (Fool for love)
    Fool, for love

    Always thought I was so smart (fool for love)
    Started thinkin’ with my heart (fool for love)
    It’s a cryin’ game, if you play long enough
    Tears will fall down like rain

    When you’re a fool, for love
    Fool, for love
    Fool, for love
    Fool, for love

  • Well, I hear there’s a place somewhere down south,
    Where you don’t need a hook to catch a small mouth.
    No rod, no reel, no bait, no doubt:
    Just whistle from the bank and they all walk out.

    And they say there’s a town not far from here,
    You can trade your debt for gas and beer.
    No boss, no rent, no sweat, no cares:
    Where everybody is a millionaire.
    If there ain’t there oughta be.

    Just think of the endless possibilities.
    A place where every day is Friday night,
    With your arms wrapped up tight around me:
    If there ain’t there oughta be.

    And I hear there’s a book that you can buy,
    That’ll paraphrase the meaning of life.
    What’s love? Why me? Where’s God? How high?
    Word for word, why women cry.

    If there ain’t there oughta be.

    Just think of the endless possibilities.
    A place where every day is Friday night,
    With your arms wrapped up tight around me:
    If there ain’t there oughta be.

    A place for me to make my dreams come true.
    I wish. A wish upon a star will do.
    A fully fledged, foolproof guarantee
    If there ain’t there oughta be.
    If there ain’t there oughta be.

    Just think of the endless possibilities.
    A place where every day is Friday night,
    With your arms wrapped up tight around me:
    Well, if there ain’t there oughta be.
    Well, if there ain’t there oughta be.

  • Dreamed aboutcha last night baby
    Well you were lookin’ for your man
    And my heart said I had to tell you
    Baby here I am

    And I don’t look much like Prince Charming
    With Mississippi on my hands
    But if you want someone to hold you
    Baby here I am

    You know no one will love you better
    No one can move you like I can
    I ain’t afraid to say forever
    So if you want a man

    I mean a man, well baby here I am
    And you know no one will love you better
    No one can move you like I can
    I ain’t afraid to say forever

    So if you want a man
    I mean a man
    If you want a man
    Baby here I am
    Baby here I am

    I dreamed aboutcha last night baby

  • The sign says “Welcome to Nashville”
    From whatever road you’ve been down
    It seems like the first of the milestones
    For here is the city, the town

    It’s a quaint, old mystical city
    Where legends and idols have stood
    It’s a place, where dreams come to harbor
    A country boy’s Hollywood
    But it’s lonely at sundown in Nashville
    That’s when beaten souls start to weep

    Each evening at sundown in Nashville
    They sweep broken dreams off the street
    You’ll walk, down 16th to Broadway
    Into a world of heartache and pain
    Where hillbilly honky tonk angels
    Cry out, from the dark side of fame

    You’ll find, some discarded love songs
    And tear stains all over the ground
    In a city where dreams get shattered
    And swept to the outskirts of town
    But it’s lonely at sundown in Nashville

    That’s when beaten souls start to weep
    Each evening at sundown in Nashville
    They sweep, broken dreams off the street
    They sweep, broken dreams off the street

  • 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
    The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
    I went ……… crazy

    We danced the hoochie-coochie, the tide was rollin’ in
    I was drownin’ in a sea of romance
    Then she popped the question in the back seat of my car
    “If I let you love me would you let me call you, George”
    I said, “Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)

    Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
    I’ll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long
    How was I to know what I was in for
    I had it rockin’ and a rollin’ for a while, by George

    By, by, by, by George

    We bought a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs
    A cozy little couch and Motorola TV
    She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style
    Like a jealous Mickey Rooney, George Clooney drove her wild

    And I went ……. crazy

    Well she started growin’ distant, I felt her discontent
    I couldn’t make her happy with what I bought or spent
    Her heart grew as cold as the air in the Norge
    On which she left a note that read, “Bye George”

    And I said, “Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)” yeah

    She called me George Jetson, she called me George Jones
    I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she’s gone
    How was I to know what I was in for
    I had it rockin’ and a rollin’ for a while, by George

    By, by, by, by, by
    By, by, by, by, George

  • Who’ll buy my wheat, who’ll buy my corn,
    To feed my babies when their born?
    The seeds and dirt, a prayer for rain, that I can use.
    I work the land, I watched the sky,
    I talk to God and wonder why,
    But it’s the only life I know, these Farmer’s blues.

    CHORUS

    I see the seasons come and go, sending rain, fire and snow.
    I’m at the mercy of it all, this life I choose.
    Sometimes I hang my head and cry, when
    That evening train goes by,
    Wish it could take me far away, these Farmer’s blues.

    The tractor’s broke, the fence is down,
    Put own my suit and go to town.
    And ask for a loan, that I know well, they might refuse.
    But back at home, still by my side,
    The one I love with worried eyes,

    Waits for me, to love away, these Farmer’s blues.

  • Wishful thinkin’, wishful thinkin’

    Only dreams that don’t come true
    When that evenin’ sun goes sinkin’
    Wishful thinkin’, where are you
    A little voice inside convinced me
    Made me think she’d turn around
    But the deck was stacked against me
    By the time that deal went down
    That deal went down

    Wishful thinkin’, wishful thinkin’

    Only dreams that don’t come true
    When that evenin’ sun goes sinkin’
    Wishful thinkin’, where are you
    Lord, I wish I would have listened
    Listened to my second mind
    But those sweet lips I was kissin’
    Must have struck my reason blind
    My reason blind

    Wishful thinkin’, wishful thinkin’

    Only dreams that don’t come true
    When that evenin’ sun goes sinkin’
    Wishful thinkin’, where are you
    Where are you
    Where are you
    Honey, where are you

    (Wishful thinkin’)
    (Wishful thinkin’)
    (Wishful thinkin’)
    (Wishful thinkin’)

  • I’d go lookin’ for you, if you wanted me to
    If you wanted me around

    And I’d go anywhere, as long as you were there
    If you wanted me around

    If you needed me, well baby there I’d be
    You know just where I can be found

    I’d be there with you, if you asked me to
    If you wanted me around

    If you needed me, well baby there I’d be
    You know just where I can be found

    I’d do all that I could, yeah, you know I would
    If you wanted me around
    If you wanted me around
    If you wanted me around

  • I paid the bank note, the car note, an’ yes, I paid the ‘phone bill too.
    An’ then I turned around an’ I found that the house note’s due.

    Well, I’d love to take you out like I said I would, honey,
    But there’s too much month at the end of the money.

    Well, I got a little favour I wanna ask of you, my love,
    Why don’t you find that hole in my pocket an’ sew it up?
    Yeah, I thought I’d saved some but, you know, it’s funny:
    There’s too much month at the end of the money.

    All gone, oh, heaven only knows.
    All gone, oh, where on earth it goes,
    But it sure goes.

    Well, sometimes I think it blows away.
    I went down to the bank this mornin’, ’bout half past nine.
    Well, I was lookin’ for a little somethin’ in the credit line.
    But the man said: “Look, what we got here, sonny:
    “There’s too much month at the end of the money.”
    I’d love to take you out like I said I would, honey,
    But there’s too much month at the end of the money.

    Too much month at the end of the money.

  • Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Yeah.

    Marty Robbins – El Paso; Waylon Jennings – Ramblin’ Man; Roger Miller – King of the Road; Merle Haggard – The Way I Am. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

    Hank Jr. – Family Tradition; Willie Nelson – Angel Flyin’ Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price – Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash – Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

    Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about
    Plow that field, plant that seed
    Rock on brother, let your roots run deep
    Show ’em what you’ve got, make them all believers
    For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher

    Kris Kristofferson – Help Me Make It Through The Night; Bob Wills – Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens – Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams – goes without sayin’. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

    Yes sir, that’s what I’m talking about
    Plow that field, plant that seed
    Rock on brother, let your roots run deep
    Show ’em what you’ve got, make them all believers
    For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher

    Ernest Tubb – Waltz Across Texas; George Jones – White Lightning; Patsy Cline – Walkin’ After Midnight; Tammy Wynette – Stand By Your Man. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.

    Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, Connie Smith, Johnny Paycheck, remember him – Take This Job and Shove It; Jimmie Rodgers, Acuff, and Monroe. We can’t forget Cousin Minnie Pearl. But at night when I’m prayin’ down on my knees, I thank God for Lester and Earl.

    Play it Earl, Scruggs that is
    Tip your hat to the teacher
    Tip your hat to the teacher

  • I walked through the big yard, to feel the warm sunshine
    A ninety-nine year man, stepped over to me
    He offered a smoke, and said as I rolled it
    “Tomorrow I’m goin’, to break out and go free”

    “They feed us by sunlight, they watch us by spotlight

    But I know a way that a man can go free
    Down under my cell, I’m diggin’ a tunnel
    The walls of a prison can never hold me”
    I told him that, I’d have no part of his scheming
    My time would be up, one year from today

    His eyes blazed with fire, and he looked right through me
    Bitter, but broken, again he did say
    “They feed us by sunlight, they watch us by spotlight

    But I know a way that a man can go free
    Down under my cell, I’m diggin’ a tunnel
    The walls of a prison can never hold me”
    Next morning at breakfast, the old man was missing
    Then we all heard the rifles high up on the wall

    He’d gone through the tunnel, just like he had promised
    And they said he was crying, when they saw him fall
    They feed us by sunlight, they watch us by spotlight
    But I know a way that a man can go free

    Down under my cell, I’m diggin’ a tunnel
    The walls of a prison can never hold me