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I walked through the front door
Turned the light on in the hall And then I saw the post-it notes That she had stuck up on the wall. The first one said, "I love you, but I can't live on love alone." The yellow post-it-notes were stuck up everywhere One was on the microwave and one on the Fridgidaire It said "I cried all night but you weren't there to watch the teardrops fall." And if you couldn't get the picture Maybe you can read the writing on the wall. Sometimes you do what you've gotta do If ya do anything at all. Sometimes it takes a freight train comin' Sometimes it takes a mountian to fall Sometimes you do what you've gotta do Sometimes you gotta walk before you crawl And if you couldn't get the picture Maybe you can read the writing on the wall. The post-it note on the pillow said, "The lonely nights were hell" The one on the mirror said, "Take a good luck at yourself" And the one she put on the closet door Said, "I waited long enough for you to call." And if you couldn't get the picture Maybe you can read the writing on the wall. Sometimes you do what you've gotta do If ya do anything at all. Sometimes it takes a freight train comin' Sometimes it takes a mountain to fall Sometimes you do what you've gotta do Sometimes you gotta walk before you crawl And if you couldn't get the picture Maybe you can read the writing on the wall. And if you couldn't get the picture Maybe you can read the writing on the wall. |
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| 2. |
| 2:49 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:44 |
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(Written by M. Campbell, D. Lee & F. Weller)
Some men look for diamonds Some men look for gold I'm just trying to find myself Before I get too old Different people have their ways Of measuring success Maybe it's not the right way But wrong's what I do best Well I walk the straight and narrow Straight to where I don't belong One time I even tried to love one woman But that didn't last too long If my ship is docking in the east You can bet I'd be heading west Right in the wrong direction 'Cause wrong's what I do best When I'm down and out And can't get up I feel right at home When I got the blues And it's all bad news That's when I'm in my comfort zone But, If they held a loser's playoff There'd be no contest 'Cause I've had lots of practice And wrong's what I do best Instrumental If my ship is docking in the east You can bet I'd be heading west I'm right in the wrong direction 'Cause wrong's what I do best Right in the wrong direction 'Cause wrong's what I do best... |
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| 4:08 |
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George Jones & Tammy Wynette
T: If you want to hear a love song I could sing one T: If you wanna feel the fire we could build one G: If you need to catch a rainbow we could chase one B: If you want to be together we could be one B: One and one I've always heard adds up to two B: But one and one is only one B: Wwhen that one is me and you G: If you believe in forevers we could start one B: If you want to be together we could be one T: Now you talk about tomorrows I can see one T: There's no mountain we can't climb if we reach one G: If you believe in forevers we could start one B: If you want to be together we could be one B: One and one I've always heard adds up to two B: But one and one is only one B: When that one is me and you G: If you believe in forevers we could start one B: If you want to be together we could be one B: If you want to be together we could be one... |
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| 2:47 |
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(Frank J. Meyers - Billy Yates)
I saw those blue lights flashin' Over my left shoulder He walked right up and said, "Get off that riding mower." I said sir, "Let me explain Before you put me in the tank." She took my keys away And now she won't drive me to drink. I need a honky tonk song a cold cold beer A hardwood floor a smoky atmosphere A pocket full of change to last me all night long I gotta hear old Hank a moanin' a honky tonk song. --- Instrumental --- He didn't show me much compassion When I tried to walk that line As he put those handcuffs on me I said, "give me one more try." He never even cracked a smile When he threw me in the car So I said, "Sir, if you don't mind, Oh, would you drop me off in a bar." I need a honky tonk song a cold cold beer A hardwood floor a smoky atmosphere A pocket full of change to last me all night long I gotta hear old Hank a moanin' a honky tonk song. I gotta hear old Hank a moanin' a honky tonk song... |
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| 3:10 |
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(Witten by B. Bouton, F. Dycus & B. Yates)
I once stood in the darkness I couldn't see a light Backed up against the wall I built around my life I'd run out of reasons To ever love again But somehow you found a door And you came waltzing in Chorus: Walls can fall, storms can end Skys can clear, hearts can mend All it took was your sweet love To rise above it all You can build 'em strong and tall, But walls can fall --- Instrumental --- Here we stand together With stones enough to build A bridge into forever Beyond the highest hill The past will fade behind us If we let the future shine Not a thing can come between us If we always keep in mind, that Chorus: Walls can fall, storms can end Skys can clear, hearts can mend All it took was your sweet love To rise above it all You can build 'em strong and tall, But walls can fall You can build 'em strong and tall But walls can fall... |
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| 3:14 |
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| 8. |
| 2:28 |
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HONKY TONK MYSELF TO DEATH
WRITERS MAX D. BARNES, MAX T. BARNES Well I don't know why you left me but I do know that your gone Over night you turned my life into a sad ol' song And one way or another, I gotta get over you Well there's only one thing left for me to do Lord, I don't wanna die of a broken heart That would be too sad Or drive my car off a cliff Well, that would just hurt too bad And if I tied a rope around my neck, I couldn't get my breath Well I think I'll just honky-tonk myself to death Well, I may get a little bit crazy but I don't wanna go insane Young women and ole whisky, well it just may kill the pain I'm gonna find the highest barstool and climb up to the top. I think I'll just drink and two-step until I drop Lord, I don't wanna die of a broken heart That would be too sad Or drive my car off a cliff Well, that would just hurt too bad And if I tied a rope around my neck, I couldn't get my breath Well I think I'll just honky-tonk myself to death And if I tied a rope around my neck, I couldn't get my breath Well I think I'll just honky-tonk myself to death Yeah, I think I'll honky-tonk myself to death |
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| 3:06 |
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George Jones & Tammy Wynette
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the Wedding rings there on display She smiles and nods her head As he says Honey that's for you It's not much but it's the best that I can do Golden ring with one tiny little stone Waiting there for someone to take it home By itself it's just a cold metalic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring. In a little wedding chapel Later on that after noon An old up right piano Plays that old familiar tune Tears roll down her cheeks And happy thoughts run through her head As he whispers low with this ring I thee wed Golden ring with one tiny little stone Shining ring now at last it's found a home By itself it's just a cold metalic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring In a small two room apartment As they fight their final round He says tou won't admit it But I know you're leavin' town She says One thing's for certain I don't love you anymore And throws down the ring As she walks out the door Golden ring with one tiny little stone Cast aside like the love that's dead and gone By itself it's just a cold metalic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the Wedding rings there on display Golden ring... |
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| 2:27 |
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(Byron Hill - Zack Turner)
He's got thirteen channels of wrestling Comin' in strong from a satellite send A two hundred function remote control Big screen TV with stereo Football, baseball, nascar too With picture in a picture it's all in view And if it comes on just a little too late With his VCR's he'll get it on tape. He's a high-tech redneck Mayberry meets Startrek He's a bumpkin' but he's plugged in He's a high-tech redneck. --- Instrumental --- He's got twenty sub-woofers in the back of his truck A thousand watts of power and he keeps it cranked up He ain't into hip hop, he ain't into rap He likes to rattle them speakers with Ronnie Milsap CD cassette digital tape, CB radar and scannin' short wave And if he needs to talk to his honey at home He just dials up her number on his cellular phone He's a high-tech redneck Mayberry meets Startrek He's a bumpkin' but he's plugged in He's a high-tech redneck. He's a high-tech redneck Mayberry meets Startrek He's a bumpkin' but he's plugged in He's a high-tech redneck... |
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| 4:39 |
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They sent him to Asia to fight in a war
He came back home crazy and asking, "What for?" They had him committed, Oh, medals and all To a mental hosipital with rubber walls. They cut off the funding, Oh, they cut off the lights He hit the street runnin' that cold winter night Now the streets are the only place he can call home He seems Oh, so lonely, but he's never alone. He lies there holding his wild irish rose This crazy old fool in the smelly old clothes He could have had something much better, God knows Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose. A baby named Scarlet with laughing blue eyes (Spoken) Has been in his wallet Ah! way back since '65 (Sang) So much was forgotten, Oh, so far back in time Way down in the bottom of a river of wine. (Spoken) You know, they found him at Clarksville, West 25th They can't even find a hearbeat, Lord, his fingers are so stiff Just like they're all frozen, he's holding her tight (Sang) But the habit, oh, it's broken, it's his Roses' last night. He lies there holding his Wild Irish Rose But his soul's in a place where a real hero goes Now he's got something better, much better, God knows Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose... |
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| 5:01 |
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