Well hello there, when did you get back in town?. Pull up a chair, tell me why you look so down?. I'll order us some coffee, we can talk about old times.
Well, I changed my ways to please that woman. But I could never be good enough. I gave up drinkin' and took up churchin'. And for awhile it wasn't tough.
I do my best to fit in. I work hard for the man. Big city corporate land under my feet. But when the week is through. I get back my country roots. They can all just kiss my Tony Lama boots.
She's a home-grown, natural-born girl next door. Never ever ever wanted anything any more. Than somebody who would love her. Just as much as she was gonna love him.
It's the same old story all over the world. From Bangkok to Birmingham, boy meets girl. He's a wild seed, got hell to raise. She's about to put him in his place.
By the time I get to Phoenix. She'll be rising. She'll find the note. I left hanging on her door. . She'll laugh when she reads the part. That says I'm leaving.
When you're weary feeling small. When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all. I'm on your side when times get rough. And friends just can't be found.
Ah look down look down that lonesome road before you travel travel on. Look up look up and seek your maker before Gabriel blows his horn. Now I'm weary totin' such a load travelin' down that lonesome road.
If he brings you happiness then I wish you both the best. It's your happiness that matters most of all. But if he ever breaks your heart if the teardrops ever start.
I'm back in baby's arms how I've missed those loving arms. I'm back where I belong back in baby's arms. . Don't know why we quarrel we never did before.
Baby, hear me callin' baby, come over here and love me. Hold your lovin' body close to mine. Crazy you're drivin' me crazy, maybe you don't mean to. But you never know what's goin' on in a woman's mind.
Beneath this neon haze here in this honky tonk. I tell everyone who'll listen I don't miss her being gone. I've got a big smile painted on my face that's all I see.
Forty-one tonnes of truckin under me. I guess most of time, Im where Im supposed to be. If I get out, its only for a minute. If you see the girl, shout, you can bet Im in it.
Break The Radio. ( Written by Gary Burr / Reid Nielsen ). . There are songs that bring back memories. That's what good songs do. I remember this one playing.
Between The Stones And Jones. Written by: Cyril Rawon, Kim Tribble, Kim Williams. . I met her at the Jukebox, she was playing the Rolling Stones. She said, Honky Tonk Women, now thats my favourite song.
Bad Dog, No Biscuit. ( written by William Kitchens / Richard S. Ferrell ). . Stayed out late with the boys again. I got to reminiscing and it got out of hand.
I like chocolate but my hips sure don't. I like drinkin' red wine but tomorrow my head sure won't. These are just some things that I love that are bad for me.
I think today's gonna be the day, all my luck's gonna turn. I think the boss'll take what I'm worth, and turn it into what I earn. I'm thinkin' if I keep my chin held high, I can stop my hopes from sinkin'.
Way back in '29 somewhere in Coffeeville. Was a honky tonk named Big Mable Murphy's. She had a sweetheart named Little Melvin. And hair would fly between them every night.