Linden Arden Stole The Highlights
Linden arden stole the highlights --
With one hand tied behind his back --
Loved the morning sun, and whiskey
Ran like water in his veins
Loved to go to church on sunday
Even though he was a drinking man
When the boys came to san francisco
They were looking for his life
But he found out where they were drinking
Met them face to face outside
Cleaved their heads off with a hatchet
Lord, he was a drinkin man
And when someone tried to get above him
He just took the law into his own hands
Linden arden stole the highlights
And they put his fingers through the glass
He had heard all those stories many, many times before
And he did not know nor care to ask
And he loved the little children like they were his very own
You say, someday it may get lonely.
Now hes livin, livin with a gun
song performed by by Van Morrison
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What Good Can Drinkin Do
What good can drinkin do, what good can drinkin do ?
Lord, I drink all night but the next day I still feel blue.
Theres a glass on the table, they say its gonna ease all my pain,
And theres a glass on the table, they say its gonna ease all my pain.
But I drink it down, an the next day I feel the same.
Gimme whiskey, gimme bourbon, give me gin.
Oh, gimme whiskey, give me bourbon, gimme gin.
cause it dont matter what Im drinkin, lord, as long as it drown this sorrow Im in.
I start drinking friday, I start drinking friday night.
Lord, I start drinking friday, start drinking friday night.
But then I wake up on sunday, child, there aint nothin thats right.
My man he left me, child, he left me here.
Yeah, my good man left me, went away and left me here.
Lord, Im feelin lowdown, just give me another glass of beer.
What good can drinkin do, what good can drinkin do ?
Well, I drink all night but the next day I still feel blue!!!
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Gather round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young indian you should remember well
From the tribe of pima indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the phoenix valley in arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now iras folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white mans greed
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
They started up iwo jima hill, 250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the indian ira hayes
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
Now ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a pima indian, no money crops, no chance
And at home nobody cared what ira had done and the wind did the indians
Dance
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
And ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like youd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for ira hayes
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where ira died
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Tom Van Arden
Tom Van Arden, my old friend,
Our warm fellowship is one
Far too old to comprehend
Where its bond was first begun:
Mirage-like before my gaze
Gleams a land of other days,
Where two truant boys, astray,
Dream their lazy lives away.
There's a vision, in the guise
Of Midsummer, where the Past
Like a weary beggar lies
In the shadow Time has cast;
And as blends the bloom of trees
With the drowsy hum of bees,
Fragrant thoughts and murmurs blend,
Tom Van Arden, my old friend.
Tom Van Arden, my old friend,
All the pleasures we have known
Thrill me now as I extend
This old hand and grasp your own--
Feeling, in the rude caress,
All affection's tenderness;
Feeling, though the touch be rough,
Our old souls are soft enough.
So we'll make a mellow hour:
Fill your pipe, and taste the wine--
Warp your face, if it be sour,
I can spare a smile from mine;
If it sharpen up your wit,
Let me feel the edge of it--
I have eager ears to lend,
Tom Van Arden, my old friend.
Tom Van Arden, my old friend,
Are we 'lucky dogs,' indeed?
Are we all that we pretend
In the jolly life we lead?--
Bachelors, we must confess,
Boast of 'single blessedness'
To the world, but not alone--
Man's best sorrow is his own!
And the saddest truth is this,--
Life to us has never proved
What we tasted in the kiss
Of the women we have loved:
Vainly we congratulate
Our escape from such a fate
As their lying lips could send,
Tom Van Arden, my old friend!
Tom Van Arden, my old friend,
Hearts, like fruit upon the stem,
Ripen sweetest, I contend,
As the frost falls over them:
Your regard for me to-day
Makes November taste of May,
And through every vein of rhyme
Pours the blood of summer-time.
When our souls are cramped with youth
Happiness seems far away
In the future, while, in truth,
We look back on it to-day
Through our tears, nor dare to boast,--
'Better to have loved and lost!'
Broken hearts are hard to mend,
Tom Van Arden, my old friend.
Tom Van Arden, my old friend,
I grow prosy, and you tire;
Fill the glasses while I bend
To prod up the failing fire. . . .
You are restless:--I presume
There's a dampness in the room.--
Much of warmth our nature begs,
With rheumatics in our legs! . . .
Humph! the legs we used to fling
Limber-jointed in the dance,
When we heard the fiddle ring
Up the curtain of Romance,
And in crowded public halls
Played with hearts like jugglers' balls.--
FEATS OF MOUNTEBANKS, DEPEND!--
Tom Van Arden, my old friend.
Tom Van Arden, my old friend,
Pardon, then, this theme of mine:
While the firelight leaps to lend
Higher color to the wine,--
I propose a health to those
Who have HOMES, and home's repose,
Wife- and child-love without end!
. . . Tom Van Arden, my old friend.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Love On All Levels
I have loved you like the wind
That gently blows the waves to shore.
I have loved you like the sun
In blissful warmth forever more.
I have loved you like the quiet moon
Way up in the sky.
I have loved you like the snowflakes
That dip and whirl and fly
I have loved you like the gentle rain
That upon my face does mist.
I have loved you with the mystery
Of fog in all its shifts.
I have at times loved you so passionately
Within hail and storm and squall.
I have stood beside you always.
Yes, I've loved you through them all.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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You Walked
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
For years I had hidden it
from public view
Then you walked into my life
Stole my heart
To you I gave freely
Totally to you
No holding back from you
You controlled me
From the beginning
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
Our life was a dream world
I could not have loved you
Less if I tried
My heart you broke
Stabbed it with a knife
I trusted you
Implicitly
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
Then destroyed it
No rhyme
No reason
You need to destroy
To be happy
And I was near
You walked into my life
Stole my heart
And my life!
poem by Rich Young
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You're Not Drinkin' Enough
(Kortchmar)
I can see that you havn't recovered
From the girl who let you down
You would sell what is left of your soul
For another go 'round.
You keep telling yourself she means nothing
Maybe you should call her bluff
But if you don't really mean it
You must not be drinking enough.
Well, the perfume she wore
You can buy down at the five and dime
But on some other woman
It don't smell the same in your mind.
You keep telling yourself you can take it
You tell yourself that you're tough
But if you still want to hold her
You must not be drinking enough.
You're not drinking enough,
To wash away old memories
And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas
To keep you from beggin', please, please, please.
She passed on your passion, stepped on your pride
It turns out you ain't quite so tough
'Cause you still want to hold her
You must not be drinking enough.
You heard this grown man cry
You ask yourself why
'Cause you still want to hold her
You must not be drinking enough.
Ay - yi - yi - yi
Ask yourself why
You still wanna hold her
You must no be drinkin' enough...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Ballad Of Ira Hayes
(Peter LaFarge)
Gather round me people and a story I will tell
?Bout a brave young Indian lad, you should remember well,
From a tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley out in Arizona land.
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till the white man stole the water rights and the running water hushed.
Ira's folks was hungry, their fields grew thick with weeds,
But when war came Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore,
Not that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war.
Well, they battled up Iwo Jima Hill, two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again.
And after the fight was over and Old Glory proudly raised,
Among the men who held her high was an Indian, Ira Hayes.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore,
Not that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war.
Well, Ira Hayes returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land,
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand.
But he's just a Pima Indian, no food, no friend, no chance,
And nobody cared what Ira did and when do the Indians dance.
Well, Ira took to drinking hard, jail often was his home,
They used to let him raise the flag there and lower it just like you'd throw a dog a bone.
And Ira died drunk early one morning all alone in the land he'd fought to save.
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore,
Not that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war.
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his lan
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Loved
Loved
Written by Ricky Wilde & Terry Ronald
Take all your goodness and shiness away
I'll tell you the things I've been longing to say
I'll break it to you just so you understand
The force and control that you hold in your hands
Make me the beat of your heart
Then fall into mine
One step at a time
You have no reason for doubting your feelings
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
(Ooh you are loved)
Live for the moment according to you
And so when the time comes you know what to do
Trust me, I'm giving no secret away
I'm drowning in you but I want it that way
Make me the beat of your heart
Then fall into mine
One step at a time
You have no reason for doubting your feelings
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
(Ooh you are loved)
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
You are loved
(Ooh you are loved)
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
Rise to my world, fly to my arms
I love you
I'll make it for good, I'll make it forever
you know you are loved
Make me the beat of your heart
Love isn't always the same
You are loved
Ooh you are loved
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are loved)
Ooh you are loved
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are)
(Loved you are loved)
Ooh you are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
Ooh you are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
(Loved you are)
You are loved
You I love
You
(You are the only one I love
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Football Stole my Man: A Song
Woke to the alarm clock a screaming
Pulling my away from all of my dreaming
the morning sun is hazy and grey, telling me it’s
Time to start my day: everyday seems just the same
And his mind is on that damn ole game
Sunday comes and he is hanging with the boys
They are out in the back jumping around and making all that noise
I just sit back and try to understand
How football came and stole away my man
His mind is drifting away again
I feel like I lost my best friend
I could back up and go away
A tired lady with three kids in tow
~laugh~ but no I know I will stay
Sunday comes and he is hanging with the boys
They are out in the back jumping around and making all that noise
I just sit back and try to understand
How football came and stole away my man
Saturday night and I put my make-up on and do my hair up pretty
Get all dressed up and take him to the city
And try to rekindle that old flame
Try to get back to where we began
When there was no football, just me and my man
but
Sunday comes and he is hanging with the boys
They are out in the back jumping around and making all that noise
I just sit back and try to understand
How football came and stole away my man
One more Sunday and we are hanging with the boys
Jumping around and making all that damn noise
Now that I am a fan
It is just football me and my man
© JPM 1/25/09
Moment In Time
there was a time i loved your face,
i loved your smile,
i loved your everything
and suddenly my world crashed in million peaces,
i hated your face, i hated your smile,
i hated your everything,
as the time passed i learned to live with it,
learned to see your face,
learned to see you smile,
yet your smile was never the same,
i know there is something missing,
that shadow over your face is something new,
but where is the shine in your eyes i used to see,
i used to love, it is not in your eyes,
that shadow stole it,
that shadow which is all over your face, what is it?
i'd like to know will i ever see a smile i loved,
or was it just a dream, a moment in time i got lost in
, and i never found way out, i tried to find it
but i know now that i'm lost forever in that short moment
, now i beg you to show me the way out
or i'll never love anyones face or any other smile
, please let me out of that prison of your eyes,
let me be free from your smile,
i need to get out i need to see the light again,
this shadows are killing me,
let me go or move the shadows away
and keep me forever locked in your smile,
in your eyes and in your heart
The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
(peter lafarge)
Gather round me people and a story I will tell
bout a brave young indian lad, you should remember well,
From a tribe of pima indians, a proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the phoenix valley out in arizona land.
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till the white man stole the water rights and the running water hushed.
Iras folks was hungry, their fields grew thick with weeds,
But when war came ira volunteered and forgot the white mans greed.
Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,
Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.
Well, they battled up iwo jima hill, two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again.
And after the fight was over and old glory proudly raised,
Among the men who held her high was an indian, ira hayes.
Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,
Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.
Well, ira hayes returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land,
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand.
But hes just a pima indian, no food, no friend, no chance,
And nobody cared what ira did and when do the indians dance.
Well, ira took to drinking hard, jail often was his home,
They used to let him raise the flag there and lower it just like youd throw a dog a bone.
And ira died drunk early one morning all alone in the land hed fought to save.
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for ira hayes.
Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,
Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.
Yeah, call him drunken ira hayes, but his land is till as dry
And his ghost, well, thats lying thirsty in the ditch where ira died.
Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,
Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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You Were Loved
We all want to make a place in this world
We all want our voices to be heard
Everyone wants a chance to be someone
We all have dreams we need to dream
Sweeter than any star you can reach
Is when you reach and find you found someone
Youll hold this worlds most priceless thing
The greatest gift this life can bring
Is when you look back and know
You were loved
Chorus:
You were loved by someone
Touched by someone
Held by someone
Meant something to someone
Loved somebody
Touched somebodys heart along the way
You can look back and say
You were loved
Yes you were, now
You can have diamonds in the hands
Have all the riches in the land
But without love you dont really have a thing
When somebody cares that your alive
When somebody trusts you with their life
Thats when you know
That you have all you need
You hold this worlds most priceless gift
The finest treasure that there is
You can look back and know
You were loved
Chorus
So many roads that you can take
Whatever way you go
Dont take that road alone
Its better you should know...
Chorus
So remember to tell that special one
You are loved...are loved...you are loved
song performed by by Whitney Houston
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The Eye Of God
One you can not see, but all ways sees you, one that you want to listen, but already has heard. "My God, my God why have you forsaken me". I ask why, but shall I dare. For shall I dare know my answer, but you do Lord, only you. You say I should trust, but how can I trust those who are not truth worthy, you say I should love, but why love those you hate. I should ask my self such forbidden questions, for as you say, you trusted when everyone was not worth, you loved when everyone else hated, and you died so that everyone else lived. I thank you Lord, it is not easy in my life, but I thank you, while everyone does the custom you tell me to do the truth and for that it is not easy! So the forbidden question I dare to ask is why.....why me.... why shall I trust you. Yes there are stories of you being there for me long ago, but where are you when I need you now Lord, where is MY Lord. Many tell me He is always with me, that He always hears me, that he always sees me, that he always loves me, but never have I gotten the change to return his favor. Never have I heard his voice, never have I saw his face, and NEVER I have I loved Him back. I am at war God, with the custom and the truth, I need help, even though I know I am not worthy, but I need you God, I need my God, help me Lord before I turn into the one thing I am afraid of, an outcast of your glory, condemned to an eternal separation from the one that made me, the one that loved me, the one that can save me, My God.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Livin In A Hut
Ive got an ugly liver from drinking too much
Ive got painful sliver from thinking too much
Oh I dont want to go on livin in this rut
Oh I think Ill go out and build me a hut, but
Curiosity has got me
Tied up right back where it wants me
And all the things that you will do
Make me think I havent got a clue
Ive good a real good sense for seeking out the booze
But I cant afford to buy a pair o shoes
And when I get some cash its already been spent
Oh, I can smoke and drink but I cant pay my rent
Ive got an ugly liver from drinking too much
Ive got painful sliver from thinking too much
Oh I dont want to go on livin in this rut
Oh I think Ill go out and build me a hut, but
Curiosity has got me
Tied up right back where it wants me
And all the things that you will do
Make me think I havent got a clue
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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How Y' Livin'
I should have seen the signs you showed me
So many times, in so many ways
On a never ending journey though the cold light of day
Cold light of day
I spent nearly all my time
Thinking I know you but I still got my doubts
Little things to try to work you out
Playing on my mind
Will you leave her now
Like you left me then
Just forgot and leave me
With just enough to start again
Start a brand new life
Maybe have some kids
Never facing facts and never looking back
How y' livin',
Are y' living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her right
How y' livin'
Are y' living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her,
Treating her right
I don't see you anymore
Heard you're married
But you never know
You've never married enough to not want to let them go
You never fight enough to not want to fight no more
Just keep moving on,
Find another girl
Go out and party and make sure that she rocks your world
How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her right
How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin"
Are you treating her,
Treating her right
How y' livin baby,
Have you done what's right
How y' livin baby,
Are you treating her right
How y' livin' baby
Have you done what's right
How y' livin' baby,
Are you treating her,
Treating her right
RAP: Haven't seen you for a while
Can I come over baby
Damm you're looking good,
What's happened to you lately
I've been cruising round, checking out the scene
Fancy seeing you, are you still feeling angry
Time to move on, make a little wish
I know I treated you bad
But I've grown up since
I want to make a change
Get it right with you
I'm begging on my knees
Have I moved a little too soon?
Have you got a man, does he treat you good
Do you feel the same now, are you still turned on?
A blast from the past, take a load off
You and me got a past that don't stop and won't stop
Pack your bags up, take a ride with me
In my black jeep we're going to get busy
I'm living right, without you is wrong
The sun don't shine if you're walking alone.
How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her right
How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her,
Treating her right
How y' livin' baby
Have you done what's right
How y' livin baby
Are you treating her right
How y' livin' baby
Have you done what's right
How y' livin baby,
Are you treating her right,
How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating, treating her right
How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her,
Treating her right.
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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Livin The Way I Do
Well Ive gont to stop livin the way I do
And give my heart back to you
All those nights away from home
Caused my lonely heart to roam
Now Ive got start livin the way I do
Ive spent a lifetime hurting you
And I expect someday youll say were through
It aint two late for me to change
So please donot write our final page
Still Ive got to stop livin the way I do
Ive gone from honeymoons to heartaches
From faithful love to a fool
From hangin out in honkey tonks
With any girl but you
Well Ive got to stop livin the way I do
And give my heart back to you
All those nights away from home
Caused my lonely heart to roam
Now Ive got to stop livin the way I do
Ive said all that I can say
But you turned and walked away
Its too late to stop livin the way I do
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Never Loved Her Anyway
Standin at the station, suitcase in my hand
Left that cheatin woman layin with another man
But thats okay... I never loved her anyway
If thats the way you want it babe
I never loved you anyway
Drink up all my whiskey
And I pick you up when you fall down on the floor
Takin all my money
Then I find your ass, headed towards the door
If thats the way you want it girl
I never loved you anyway
Baby listen to what I say
If thats the way you want it babe
I never loved you anyway
Standin at the station starin down the track
Left that cheatin woman with my footprint on her back
But thats okay... I never loved her anyway
If thats the way you want it babe
I never loved you anyway
(x3)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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God Save The South
It was a red hot night night in mobile
Sweat glistened on the reverends chin
His mohair suit was shinin
He told us all about sin
It could be wall to wall in wall street
We could be livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
Across the street in the pool hall
Bubba put the eight ball down
Its a high five celebration
They passed the jack around
Its wall to wall in wall street
Were livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Shut your mouth
Some long haired boys with guitars
Playin behind the chicken wire
Theyre goin up to new york city
Gonna sing about atlantas fire
It could be wall to wall in wall street
We could be livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
And God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
And God saved the south
So,yankee boy shut your mouth
And God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
So, yankee boy shut your mouth
God saved the south
So, yankee boy shut your mouth
song performed by by Nazareth
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You Made Life Good Again
I'm always looking for a minute that we can steal
Cause i need more of how you make me feel
I used to be the king of wasted time
Cause it made no difference till i made you mine
Now i wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
Can't get enough of the human race
Ain't loved like this since i can't remember when
Baby you made life good again oh yeah darlin you made life good again
I like the way you talk and the way you look when it comes to loving you wrote the book
Cause when you kiss me . . . tell me what part of heaven did you come from
Now i wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
Ain't loved like this since i can't remember when
Baby you made life good again oh yeah darlin you made life good again i was lonely, oh so lonely won't be lonely again i wake up in the morning with a smile on my face can't get enough of the hu
Ace ain't loved like this since i can't remember when baby oh yeah darlin you made life good again you made life good again
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dont Tell Mama
(kim williams/jerry laseter/buddy brock)
I was headed north on highway five
On a star-lit sunday night
When a pick-up truck flew by me out of control
As I watched in my headlights
He swerved left then back right
He never hit the brakes
As he left the road
I found him lying in the grass
Among the steel and glass
With an empty whiskey bottle by his side
And through the blood and tears
He whispered in my ear
A few last words just before he died
Dont tell mama I was drinkin
Lord knows her soul would never rest
I cant leave this world with mama thinkin
I met the lord with whiskey on my breath
I still think about that night
And how that young man died
And how others sometimes pay for our mistakes
The last thing on his mind
As he left this world behind
Was knowing someone elses heart would break
Dont tell mama I was drinkin
Lord knows her soul would never rest
I cant leave this world with mama thinkin
I met the lord with whiskey on my breath
Dont tell mama I was drinkin
song performed by by Gary Allan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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