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Working For A Living
03:14
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Ain't never been to college
Or learned from a book
Got everything I know
From all the knocks I took
You won't find me in the boardroom
I'll be with the crew
Busting my back on Hardluck Avenue
Working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
Doing what I have to do
I'm working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
And living to be loving by you
I come from the country
The city ain't my style
These cowboy boots
Stay on my feet every mile
If you think my hat looks funny
Well, I don't care
That ole hoss goes with me everywhere
While I'm working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
Doing what I have to do
Yeah I'm working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
And living to be loving you
That's why I'm Working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
Doing what I have to do
Yeah I'm working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
And living to be loved by you
I said I'm working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
Doing what I gotta do
Yeah I'm working for a living (working for a living)
Said I'm working for a living (working for a living)
Working for a living
And living to be loved by you
I'm working for a living
Said I'm working for a living
Working for a living
Living to be loved by you
I said I'm working for a living
Working for a living
Working for a living
And living to be loved by you
Said I'm working for a living
Living to be loved by you
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All it takes is a country song and a sad old melody
And she's right back in these empty arms
Where she was always meant to be
I'm in love with her and she is still in love with me
All it takes is a country song and a sad old melody
All it takes is a country song and the lights turned way down low
Alan Jackson or Charley Pride on the all night radio
Dj send a message to a girl who ought to know
That all it takes is a country song and the lights turned way down low
Oh all it takes is a country song out that jukebox in our mind
To get back to that country state
And leave these Ll'll blues far behind
And all it takes is a country song and a sad old melody
And she's right back in these empty arms
where she was always meant to be
I'm in love with her and she is still in love with me
Now all it takes is a country song and a sad old melody
Yes all it takes is a country song and a sad old melody
Oh all it takes is a country song and a sad old melody
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3. |
Pick Me!
03:11
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My old hometown had a pawnshop
With a room full of guitars
Hanging from the ceiling
Like a thousand shiny stars
And on my fourteenth birthday
My Daddy said, let's go
And we stayed there for an hour
Walking row after row
And among the line of flattops
Hung a D-17, 83
That little sunburst gal she said
Pick me, pick me
Then one night at The Bluebird
I sang a song or two
I looked up between the numbers
And there I saw you
And when the night was over
And I was headed for the door
You touched me on the shouder
And in your eyes I saw
A thousand shining stars
And an iridescent sea
And a voice inside the void said
Pick me, pick me
And among the line of flattops
Hung a D-17, 83
That little sunburst gal she said
Pick me, pick me
And a thousand shining stars
From an iridescent sea
Like a voice inside a void it said
Pick me, pick me
Pick me!
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"I Can't Stop Loving You" is a song I've always sung
I never knew that you, you'd be the one
I'd end up singing to, now that you've gone
And "I Can't Stop Loving You" will always be our song
So many happy times, days and years
Now seem so long ago, not too many tears
I guess I'll live my life dreamin' of the past
Wondering why a love like ours was not meant to last
And "I Can't Stop Loving You" is a song I've always sung
I never knew that you, you'd be the one
I'd end up singing to, now that you're gone
And "I Can't Stop Loving You" will always be our song
I guess I'll live my life dreamin' of the past
Wondering why a love like ours was not meant to last
And 'I Can't Stop Loving You'' is a song I've always sung
I never knew that you, you'd be the one
I'd end up singing to, now that you're gone
And ''I Can't Stop Loving You'' will always be our song
And ''I Can't Stop Loving You'' will always be our song
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5. |
Done With The Blues
03:21
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Well it's kinda lonely out tonight and the moon is hanging low
I'm looking out for no place in particular to go
Gonna climb behind that steering wheel
I'm gonna blow away the hurt I feel
I ain't got nothin to lose, I'm done with the blues
I'm gonna find out if Sam Cooke was right that it's a wonderful world out there
I'm gonna find me a band and a friendly girl to run her fingers through my hair
In a private spot where the heat is hot let the night take everything I got
I ain't got nothin to lose, I'm done with the blues
I'll plug in this old blues guitar, and turn it up all the way
I don't really give a dam-dam-damn what the neighbourhood might say
Let them to hear me down by the railway station, tonight is one big celebration
I ain't got nothin' to lose, I'm done with the blues
Well I burned the boats, I finally reached that point of no return
I've seen the light, I felt the heat , I watched that fire burn
I done what's right, I've done what's wrong, it's going, going, going, gone
I ain't got nothing to lose, I'm done with the blues
Gonna plug in this old blues guitar and turn it up all the way
I don't really give a dam-dam-damn what the neighbourhood might say
Let them hear us down at the railway station, tonight is one big celebration
I ain't got nothin' to lose, I'm done with the blues
I said I ain't got nothin' to lose, I'm done with the blues
Oh! I ain't got nothin' to lose, I'm done with the blues
I'm done with the blues
Said I'm done with the blues
Mmmm mmm mmm
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6. |
Ask Your Mom
03:45
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I just knew when I dropped my last quarter
It would reopen the wound
Just a single ring and Adrienne answered
I knew she was alone in her room
7pm, Wednesday night
The customary long-distance call
Not out of mind, just out of sight
A million miles from it all
She's askin' Daddy what are you doing?
Where are you calling from?
When are you coming home?
I said: Ask your Mom
I've been in too many states to mention,
Tonight it's simply the blues
Been soaked to the bone in Houston
Been blown away in Syracuse
But here I am again in Memphis
Just a thumb ride to that front door
Askin' how am I getting through this
And how many highways more?
She's askin' Daddy what are you doing?
Where are you calling from?
When are you coming home?
I said Ask your Mom
They say the road goes on forever
And the nights can be so cold
And there ain't nothin' like loneliness
To make a man feel old
She's askin' Daddy what are you doing?
Where are you calling from?
When are you coming home?
Daddy I'm so alone
When are you coming home?
I said Ask your Mom
Ask your Mom
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It was pretty late last Saturday night
Down at the local bar
I was sitting in the back with a bottle of Jack
And a puffin on a big cigar
The crowd was getting thin when in she slunk
The band were playin ''Why Don't We Get Drunk''
When they said last call, she hit the floor
And shouted out for more
Play another Jimmy Buffett song
I aint ready ya'll to head on home
It aint no fun sleepin alone
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
And they did
Pretty soon we were dancing cheek to cheek
To ''The Stars Fell on Alabama''
She was a juicy fruit and she looked real cute
In her red and white checked bandana
Well I held her tight as the night flew by
I started to think I was a lucky guy
When I said lets go, she said no
And shouted out for more
Play another Jimmy Buffett song
I aint ready y'all to head on home
It aint no fun sleepin alone
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
And they did
When I looked again, it was after two
The whole place had come alive
Boat drinks flowed like a volcano
And we danced till half-past-five
When the sun came up and the pub was dry
She still had that spark in her green-blue eyes
I was ready to fall, and I said that's all'
She still shouted out ''one more''
Play another Jimmy Buffett song
I aint ready y'all to head on home
It aint no fun sleepin alone
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
And they did
Play another Jimmy Buffett song
I aint ready y'all to head on home
It aint no fun sleepin alone
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
Play another Jimmy Buffett song
I aint ready y'all to head on home
It aint no fun sleepin alone
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
Play another Jimmy Buffett song
I aint ready y'all to head on home
It aint no fun sleepin alone
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
Play another Jimmy Buffett song!
And they did
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8. |
Make The Difference
03:11
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Look at the frown on that pretty little face
Cos she doesn't feel her mother's love
Trace the tear in her tired eye
Cos the road she walks is rough
When putting food on the family table
Is hard and times are tough
Little acts of love and kindness
Make a difference
To know and not to do, they say
Is not knowing after all
We're all in this together
Through the rising and the fall
We can watch the rich get richer
And the poor get left behind
Or we can gently shift the balance
One act of kindness at a time
You can be somebody's hero
Any time of day
By the little things you do
And by the kind of words you say
Now everybody's trying to do
What they believe is right
Some will turn the other cheek
And some will stand and fight
But somewhere in between
The silence and the violence,
Little acts of love and kindness
Make the difference
Look at the frown on that pretty little face
Cos she doesn't feel her mother's love
Trace the tear in her tired eye
Cos the road she walks is rough
When putting food on the family table
Is hard and times are tough
Little acts of love and kindness
Make the difference
Yes little acts of love and kindness
Make the difference
Go on and make somebody's day
Make the difference
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9. |
48 Pints
04:03
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We got 5 days in my workin' week
And 48 pints in the week-end
I don't have to call in sick
For two whole days, what a bargain!
Me and the boys gonna make some noise
Down in my old basement
We each got 48 pints and the week-end
Gonna jam till the beers go down, down, down
We gonna jam till all the beers go down (singing)
Down, down the beers go down
Jam till the beers go down
Down, down the beers go down
We gonna jam till all the beers go down
Charlie he's our lead guitarist
By day he's a graphic artist
Sam, our lap steel picker, he's a clerk
Rusty is our plumber bass player
And our drummer Rick, he's a bricklayer
And then me, I don't like to talk much bout my work
Accept that there's 5 days in workin' week
48 pints in the week-end
I don't have to call in sick
For two whole days, what a bargain!
Me and the boys gonna make some noise
Down in my old basement
We each got 48 pints and the week-end
Gonna jam it till the beers go down, down, down
We gonna jam till all the beers go down (singing)
Down, down the beers go down
Jam till the beers go down
Down, down the beers go down
We gonna jam till all the beers go down
Now my friend Mo who lives next door
Owns the local bottle store
I leave my keys with him early Friday
By the time I punch the clock
My cellar's ready, fully stocked
And I can hardly wait to get me off of this highway
There's 5 days in a workin' week
48 pints in the week-end
I don't have to call in sick
For two whole days, what a bargain!
Me and the boys gonna make some noise
Down in my old basement
We got 48 pints and the week-end
Gonna jam it till the beers go down, down, down
We gonna jam till all the beers go down (singing)
Down, down the beers go down
Jam till the beers go down
Down, down the beers go down
We gonna jam till all the beers go down
Knock back a couple, rock out some
Bring in the girls to join the fun...
We got 5 days in a workin' week
48 pints in the week-end
I don't have to call in sick
For two whole days, what a bargain!
Me and the boys gonna make some noise
Down in my old basement
We got 48 pints and the week-end
Gonna jam it till the beers go down, down, down
Gonna jam till all the beers go down (singing)
Down, down the beers go down
Jam till the beers go down
Down, all the beers go down
Gonna jam till all the beers go down!
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I took the pickup, she kept the car
I left with nothing but my clothes and my guitar
Left every heartache behind that door
Now I'm trying not to love her anymore
I took the high road, like a man should do
Said I forgive her for the things she put me through
Now these arms are empty and this heart is sore
And I am trying not to love her anymore
Trying not to wonder, trying not to care
Trying not to think of all the tell tail signs that were there
What did we say, forever for?
Now I'm trying not to love her anymore
She kept the house and, she kept the friends
Can you believe this is how the story ends
She's sitting pretty while I walk the floor
Trying not to love her anymore
Trying not to wonder, trying not to care
Trying not to think of all the tell tail signs that were there
What did we say, forever for?
Now I'm trying not to love her anymore
I'm trying not to love her anymore
Oh! I'm trying not to love her anymore
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The steam rising from my coffee cup
And the crisp cold on my skin
I'll be two hours driving in my pick-up truck
I'm in the country once again
The wide-open spaces tell me who I am
And the wind whispers my name
Far away from the daily grind
Where the sun relights the flame
That's why I don't like country music, I love it
Words straight from the heart on steel guitars
Take the plastic music on the radio and shove it
No, I don't like country music I love it!
Now there's a million stars in the southern sky
And every reason to believe
We're all just part of this natural world
It's just the egos that deceive
Where the wild open spaces tell me who I am
And the wind whispers my name
Far away from the daily grind
Where we're all one and the same
Yeah I don't like country music I love it
Songs straight from the heart on steel guitars
Take the plastic music on the radio and shove it
Man I don't like country music I love it!
I said I don't like country music, I love it
Words straight from the heart on steel guitars
Take the plastic music on the radio and shove it
Man I don't like country music I love it!
Yeah I don't like country music, I love it
Songs straight from the heart on steel guitars
Take the plastic music on the radio and shove it
I don't like country music I love it!
I love it I love it I love it I love it!
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