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Well the beer's on the bar and the smoke fills the air
And there's a fool in every corner man I just don't care Tight pants, line dance, stetson hats and cowboy boots They got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude Well the waitress never leaves you with a half-empty glass And every girl's on the dance floor shakin' her... well It's a two step, three step, outta step, country mood They got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude Well now everybody knows that's where everybody goes Just to dance away their blues So leave your cares behind, it's just a state of mind What have you got to lose Hey bartender pour us another round, We're just get gettin' started don't shut us down We need a slow dance, romanced, last chance rendezvous We need a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude If you've got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude Yeah you need a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude |
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| 2. |
| 3:06 | 
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| 3:46 |
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Well I ain't afraid of die'n,It's the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone be a neon sign Just let in burn in memory of all of my good times Fix me up with a manican just remember i like blondes Ill be the life of the party even when im dead and gone Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just make your next selection and while your still in line You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Oh prop me up beside the jukebox if I die |
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| 3:23 |
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I wouldn't count the times we talked about tomorrow
And I wouldn't sing the lines if some one played our song On lonely nights like this when I need a friend You'd be the last one I'd call Oh if I had any pride left at all I would keep a place just to set your picture Reach out to touch your face and feel you in my arms And I wouldn't be here now parked outside your house Not ashamed to crawl oh if I had any pride left at all And only a fool would still be wearing this ring Ringing your front doorbell And I wouldn't let my heart stay wrapped around your finger And I wouldn't fall apart when you open the door Like all the other times when your eyes met mine These teardrops wouldn't fall Oh if I had any pride left at all Oh if I had any pride left at all |
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| 3:20 |
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| 4:18 |
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The street that we live on
Sure ain't no yellow brick road This paycheck that I bring home Sure ain't no pot of gold When people dream they don't wish they were us But what they dont know we got More than enough. Somewhere under the rainbow Just watching the late show Living on love Dancing slow to the radio Just holding on Somewhere under the rainbow. Some folks spend their whole life Dreaming about the other side Where the rain never falls and those bluebirds fly But I take forever where the skies aren"t always blue 'Cause when I'm in your arms I know dreams come true. Somewhere under the rainbow Just watching the late show Living on love Dancing slow to the radio Just holding on Somewhere under the rainbow. |
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| 4:32 |
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They were farm kids way down in Dixie
Met in high school in the sixties Everyone knew it was love from the start One July, in the midnight hour He climbed upon the water tower Stood on the rail and painted a ten-foot heart In John Deere green On a hot summer night He wrote "Billy Bob loves Charlene" In letters three-foot high And the whole town said that he should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green They settled down on eighty acres Raising sweet corn, kids, and tomatoes They went together like a hand and a glove On a clear day from their front yard If you look and know what to look for Off to the east you can still read his words of love In John Deere green On a hot summer night He wrote "Billy Bob loves Charlene" In letters three-foot high And the whole town said the boy should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green Now more than once the town has discovered Painting over it ain't no use There ain't no paint in the world that'll cover it The heart keeps showing through In John Deere green On a hot summer night He wrote "Billy Bob loves Charlene" In letters three-foot high And the whole town said the fool should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green Ah, paint it green boy In John Deere green On a hot summer night He wrote "Billy Bob loves Charlene" In letters three-foot high And the whole town said the boy should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green John Deere green |
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I thought that life was runnin' off,
leavin' me behind. So like a fool I jumped the fence, just to see what I could find. But love kept disappearing like children chasing fire flies in the dark. And to think that I once had it all, in my own backyard. You'd never know it now, but I used to have it all. A swing set and a plastic pool, a shaggy dog that lived to fetch a ball. An angel with a glass of tea, laughin' at the kids and me, all soakin' wet from washin' that old car. And to think that I once had it all, in my own backyard. That bare spot's grown over now, where third base used to be. And the weeds have choked out all the flowers, but they can't kill the memories. Lord, I'd love to run back home, but there's no one there for me. And that grass I used to hate to mow, sure is lookin' green. Ohh, you'd never know it now, but I used to have it all. A swing set and a plastic pool, a shaggy dog that lived to fetch a ball. An angel with a glass of tea, laughin' at the kids and me, all soakin' wet from washin' that old car. And to think that I once had it all, in my own backyard. AHHH>>> You'd never know it now, but I used to have it all,all, all>> Spoken: Once I had everything, Sing again: In my own back yard..... |
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| 9. |
| 3:14 |
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Darkness falls. My tears fall like rain.
Blue whistle moans out your name. Gathering spead, carrying pain. Look out heart. Here comes that train. Just like her its a runaway. Out of controll drving me insane Barreling down the tracks that my tears laid. Look out heart. Here comes that train. Hot burning coals of her memory Just feed the flame that builds the steam. It drives those wheels right through my brain. Look out heart. Here comes that train. Chorus 2x |
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| 4:01 |
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| 11. |
| 3:03 |
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Joe Diffie
Cold Budweiser and a Sweet Tater Woke up this morning all alone I turned over and you were gone Pulled the shade and looked down the drive And you were gone in my 65 All that's left in the 'fridgerator Is a cold budweiser and sweet tater Hidin' from this ol' mornin light I don't know what I did last night I'm not sure I didn't die I'm staring out this ol' double wide And all that's left in the 'fridgerator Is a cold budweiser and a sweet tater <instrumental> What makes you think I miss you? What makes you think I care? When everything I'll ever need Is in that fridgedaire Well the phone's been ringin for an hour And I'm still standing here in the shower I guess I should go be lookin for you But I got better things to do I don't need to leave this trailer I got a cold budweiser and a sweet tater <short instrumental w/add> I said all that's left in the fridgerator is a cold budweiser and a sweet tater All thats left in the fridgerator is a cold budweiser and a sweet tater <instrumental> - lead out |
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