Ricky Skaggs

I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

I may look like a bank teller
Pushin' facts in a file
But I'd rather be a haul collar
Shooin' foot home in style

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

I may look like a bank teller
Pushin' facts in a file
But I'd rather be a haul collar
Shooin' foot home in style

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

I may look like a city slicker
Shinin' up through his shoes
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker
Pickin' out a mess of blues

Show me where I start
Find a horse and cart
I'm just a country boy
Country boy at heart

If you're ever in a jam, here I am.
If you're ever in a mess, S.O.S.
If you're so happy, you land in jail. I'm your bail.
It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are soon forgot, ours will still be hot.
Da da da da da da dig dig dig.
If you're ever down a well, ring my bell.
If you're ever up a tree, just phone to me.
If you ever loose your teeth when you're out to dine, borrow mine.
It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are soon forgeet, ours will still be great.
Loddle doddle chuck chuck chaa.
If they ever black you're eyes, put me wise.
If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose.
And if they ever put a bullet through your brain, Ill complain.
It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are soon forgit, ours will still be it.
Ah loddle doddle hip hap hap.
If you ever loose your mind, I'll be kind.
And if you ever loose your shirt, I'll be hurt.
If you're ever in a mill and get sawed in half, I won't laugh.
It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are are up the crick, ours will still be slick.
Ah loddle doddle woof woof woof, hep hep hep, chopp chop chop, dig dig dig.
Good evening friends.

Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home, baby
Hold whatcha got and I don't mean maybe
Been a-thinking about you and I'm on my way

Don't sell the house and don't wreck the car
Stay there, honey, right where you are
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay

Well, in my mind, I can see
That's a pretty good sign that I need you
That's why I can't wait to get back home

So squeeze yourself real good and tight
And I'll be there before daylight
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay

Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home, baby
Hold whatcha got and I don't mean maybe
Been a-thinking about you and I'm on my way

Don't sell the house and don't wreck the car
Stay there, honey, right where you are
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay

Well, when I get back, honey, I ain't leaving
I been too lonely, a little too much grieving
When I get back, honey, this time I'm going to stay

Well, we won't fuss and we won't fight
And this time things are gonna be all right
If you hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay

Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home, baby
Hold whatcha got and I don't mean maybe
Been a-thinking about you and I'm on my way

Don't sell the house and don't wreck the car
Stay there, honey, right where you are
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay

Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home, baby
Hold whatcha got and I don't mean maybe
Been a-thinking about you and I'm on my way

Don't sell the house and don't wreck the car
Stay there, honey, right where you are
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay

Don't sell the house and don't wreck the car
Stay there, honey, right where you are
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay

I've traveled every highway
Down every dusty road
Beneath the silver moonlight
I counted every star that shone

I've seen all special places
Everybody wants to see
But there's no magic in the place, dear
If you're not there with me

Home is wherever you are
Home is here in your arms
With you love is safe and warm
Home is wherever you are

I've sung most every love song
Even wrote some of my own
I was born to be a dreamer
And played this guitar till I'm gone

But of all that I'm still learning
One thing I know is true
If home is where your heart is
Then my home's here with you

Home is wherever you are
Home is here in your arms
With you love is safe and warm
Home is wherever you are

Home is wherever you are
Home is here in your arms
With you love is safe and warm
Home is wherever you are

Standin' on the corner of a busy street
Lookin' for your face in every crowd I meet
Searchin' every honky tonk in this town
Tryin' to find the places where you hang around
Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way
Well I've been searchin' for you baby night and day
Wonderin' if your love will ever come my way
But time is runnin' out and I'm a slowin' down
Tired of bein' just another hang around
Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way
There ain't no happiness in anything I do
I found myself so lonely when I'm not with you
What makes you just a kinda girl a guy will love
You've got so many others that you're thinking of
Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way
Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way

Oh, yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hand
She's drinkin' away her troubles
She's a-courtin' another man

Last time I saw little Maggie
She was sittin' on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four all around her
And a banjo on her knee

Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty women were made for lovin'
Little Maggie was made for mine

Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch and chain
Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy
Listen to that ol' banjo ring

Go away, go away, little Maggie
Go and do the best you can
I'll get me another woman
You can get you another man

You look pretty in your fancy dress
But I detect unhappiness
You never speak, so I have to guess
You're not free

Yeah, maybe when you're old enough
You'll realize that you're not so tough
And some days, the seas get rough
You'll see

You're too young to have it figured out
You think you know what you're talking about
You think it all will work itself out
But we'll see

When I was young, I thought I knew
You probably think you know, too
Do you?
Well, do you?

I was naive just like you
I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do
Well, what you gonna do?
What a fool

And how've you gotten by so far
Without a head and no visible scar?
No one knowing who you really are
They can't see

What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?)
What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?)
What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?)
What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?)
What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do now?

The only way you'll ever learn a thing
Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing
Oh, nothing

Think about this carefully
You might not get another chance to speak freely
Oh, freely

Maybe when you're old enough
Maybe when you're old enough
Maybe when you're old enough
You're not free
Yeah, you're not free

Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath the stars all alone
It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit pass that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love
Moon in all your splendor know only my heart
Call back my rose, rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart
Speak once again of my love, my own.
Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
Deep within my heart lies a melody,
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath the stars all alone
It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit pass that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love
Moon in all your splendor know only my heart
Call back my rose, rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart
Speak once again of my love, my own.
Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone

I've sent bouquets for Mother's Day,
For Father's Day, a shirt and a card.
While they came from the heart,
They all fell short of saying how special you both are.
It wasn't 'til I was up and gone,
Married with a couple of kids of my own,
Doing what mamas and daddies do,
That I realized what I must have put you through.

So thanks again for the love in the cradle,
And all of the changes that kept me dry.
And thanks again for the love at our table,
And pattin' my bottom when I told you a lie.
For takin' me fishin' and flyin' my kites,
And tuckin' me in, yes, night after night:
To my beautiful life-long friends,
Hey, Mom and Daddy thanks again.

I'm still a young man, least I think I am,
But I'm watchin' my own hair turn gray.
And your call last Sunday brought to mind,
That I owe you a debt I can never repay.

So thanks again for worryin' and waitin',
When I started datin' on weekend nights.
And thanks again for the help with my homework,
And sittin' up with me till I got it right.
Your car for the prom, your letters in 'Nam,
But most of all, Daddy, for marryin' Mom:
To my beautiful life long friends,
Hey, Mom and Daddy thanks again.

To my beautiful life long friends,
Hey, Mom and Daddy thanks again.

Oh, the people would come from far away,
To dance all night to the break of day.
When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do",
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!

Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy",
And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy".
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn",
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.

Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away,
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow,
And he knew it was time for him to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing