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Thank God I’m a Country Boy

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Well, life on a farm is kinda laid back,
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
Raising me a family and working on the farm.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

When the work’s all done and the sun’s setting low,
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy.

I’d play Sally Gooding all day if I could,
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good.
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farming tools
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
A lotta sad people thinking that’s-a mighty keen.
Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side.
He said, “Live a good life, play the fiddle with pride,
Thank God you’re a country boy.

My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little,
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Country Roads

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Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

All my memories gather round her, miner’s lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye.

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get the feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

Jolene

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Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene
And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, Jolene
I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can

Ghost Riders in the Sky

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Lone cowboy went ridin’ out one dark and windy day,
On a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Plowin’ through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard… and he heard their mournful cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked
with sweat
They’re ridin’ hard to catch the herd but they ‘aint caught ’em yet
‘Cause they’ve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
Horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear them cry

The riders rode on by him and he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a’riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin’ to catch the devil’s herd…. across the endless skies.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

Contest Coming

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Sybil sits in a rocking chair
Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares
Sound of a fiddle floating through the air
From the Jones boy across the holler
From the Jones boy across the way

Backwoods folks take sides from the middle
Backwoods folks is old and brittle
But they sway like a tree to the sound of a fiddle
From the Jones boy across the holler
From the Jones boy across the way

You can hear him late at night
You can hear him in the first light of the day
There’s a contest coming and a ticket to Nashville
And the Jones boy aims to play
A contest coming and a ticket to Nashville
And the Jones boy aims to win

Chattahoochee

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Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught.

Down by the river on a Friday night
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talkin’ ’bout cars and dreamin’ ’bout women
Never had a plan, just a livin’ for the minute.

Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin’ and a little ’bout love.

Well, we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy
I was willin’ but she wasn’t ready
So I settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
I dropped her off early but I didn’t go home.

Cattleman’s Gun

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He rode into town one dust storm,
Sheepskin cloak across his back.
A preacher man with kind old eyes,
And a mystery for a past.
He said he’d come to teach about
the love of God,
But he soon learned what they were missing there
Was justice and the law.

There was a cattleman who claimed his clan
owned all the land around.
And any brave fool that might dispute,
He was quick to snuff ’em out.
He’d say, “Take my heed
and you won’t pay the price.
‘Cause honor and a name ain’t worth a damn
if you don’t have your life.”

“Cause ain’t nobody faster than this cattle man’s gun.
I’m a rattlesnake on the trigger.
Your last stand’ll be lyin’ in the sand,
Fallin’ to the slam of my hammer.”

So one man taught forgiveness,
While the other taught suffering.
The preacher said deliverance
Could be found out on their knees.
He’d say, “I know that you want justice
And you want blood,
But believe me when I say to you,
Don’t try and be that man’s judge.

Cause ain’t nobody faster than that cattleman’s gun,
He’s a rattlesnake on the trigger.
Your last stand’ll be lyin’ in the sand,
Fallin’ to the slam of his hammer.”

One day a young farmer brought his sons to town for feed.
And he noticed that the streets were quiet, and he knew what that might mean.
The smoke rose in the distance,
His farm burned to the ground.
He let the fury overtake him,
When Cattle Man came back to town.

Those boys ran out from behind the crowd,
And watched their daddy die,
The big man laughed and said, “Now look at that.
Anybody else wanna give it a try?”
Well, the church doors opened with that black cloak flowin’
Behind the preacher’s fiery eyes.
He said, “Your ticket to Hell is a comin’ to you,
And I got a hollow-point to give you the ride.”

And the only thing faster than the cattleman’s gun,
Was the preacherman’s hand and finger,
He pulled iron from his side and let that bullet fly,
Beat the rattlesnake to the hammer.

While the preacher embraced forgiveness,
Oh, they finally understood,
Under that sheepskin cloak of his,
Was a history of blood.

Big Iron

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To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn’t have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin’ all around
He’s an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he’s here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more
One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn’t be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn’t matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red

Wasn’t long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn’t worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather ‘fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger’s aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

Ballad of the Alamo

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In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone,
There’s a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses and you’ll never see a one,
But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun,
You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by;
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky:
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more;
Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.

Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis:
“Get some volunteers and go fortify the Alamo.”
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee,
And they joined up with Travis just to fight for the right to be free.

Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders,
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo.
“You may ne’er see your loved ones,” Travis told them that day.
“Those that want to can leave now, those who’ll fight to the death, let ’em stay.”

In the sand he drew a line with his army sabre,
Out of a hundred eighty five, not a soldier crossed the line.
With his banners a-dancin’ in the dawn’s golden light,
Santa Anna came prancin’ on a horse that was black as the night.

He sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender.
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin’ rebel yell.
Santa Anna turned scarlet: “Play Deg├╝ello,” he roared.
“I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword.”

One hundred and eighty five holdin’ back five thousand.
Five days, six days, eight days, ten; Travis held and held again.
Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame,
But the troops that were comin’ never came, never came, never came.

Twice he charged, then blew recall. On the fatal third time,
Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all.
Now the bugles are silent and there’s rust on each sword,
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of The Lord.

In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone,
Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone.
And he sees the cattle grazin’ where a century before,
Santa Anna’s guns were blazin’ and the cannons used to roar.
And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to glow,
And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo.
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo.

Amarillo Sky

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He gets up before the dawn
Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee
It’s another day in the dusty haze
Those burnin’ rays are wearing down his body
And diesel’s worth the price of gold
And it’s the cheapest grain he’s ever sowed
But he’s still holding on

He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says Lord I never complain I never ask why
But please don’t let my dream run dry
Underneath, underneath this
Amarillo sky

That hail storm back in ’83
Sure did take a toll on his family
But he stayed strong and carried on
Just like his dad and granddad did before him
On his knees every night he prays
Please let my crops and children grow
Cause that’s all he’s ever known

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