I took a double take out on the interstate When I saw her makin' eyes at me So I followed her down - the clubhouse drive Past the pool on the 18th green In the parkin' lot...I said it's mighty hot Maybe I could buy you a beer She said I'm glad you asked...but I'll have to pass Cause only members are allowed in here...and I said
Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club
You look so invitin'...thought it might be excitin' For a woman with a limousine To go bouncin around...in a beat up truck With a man...in wore out jeans It's five o'clock before Friday night Here's where the fun begins So don't worry 'bout your reputation Cause you can tell all your friends
Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club
Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club
Bobby played his guitar on the harder side of town Where it's hard for the poor boy to find the money He had dedication, he had the heart and soul Somehow knew he was born to play
People said "Get a real job, support your family 'Cause there's no future in the road you're taking" He never said a word, the dreamer just kept on But late at night you could hear him say He said
"I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm gonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody someday You could bet your hard earned dollar I will
The road was a struggle, took him ten years to the top Now he's #1 on the stage and the radio Still he can't believe how they come from miles around When it only seems like yesterday he was sayin'
"I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm fonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody someday You could bet your hard earned dollar I will"
Bobby played his hometown one full moon August night When he heard a voice in the front row singin' It was a sandy- haired Rebel boy with the same old hungry eyes Looked up at Bobby and said
"I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm gonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody someday You could bet your hard earned dollar I will"
Mmmmmm
"I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm gonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody You could bet your hard earned dollar I will"
Well I was raised on country classics Like Roy Acuff and George Jones Lord I loved to hear 'em Sing all them old time country songs But I really got excited 'bout the time I turned 15 That's the first time I heard Waylon and old Bocephus sing They put some drive in their country that really turned me on
Yeah, put some drive in your country Keep country drivin' on When the music gets you movin' You know that can't be wrong Every time I hear that outlaw stuff on my car radio It makes me wanna drive it just as fast as it will go Put some drive in your country Let's keep country drivin' on
We played some shows in Atlanta on Sunday afternoons The gigs were packed and I was nervous Cause I wanted folks to like my tunes The crowds were full of younger people They were all about my age So I turned and told the band just before we walked on stage Put some drive in your country fellas We turned those people on
Yeah, put some drive in your country Keep country drivin' on When the music gets you dancin' You know that can't be wrong See I made myself a promise when I was just a kid I'd mix southern rock and country and that's just what I did Put some drive in your country Keep country drivin' on
Put some drive in your country Hey, let's keep country drivin' on When the music gets you movin' You know that can't be wrong I still love old country I ain't tryin' to put it down Damn I miss Duanne Allman I wish he was still around Put some drive in the country Keep country drivin' on
Put some drive in the country Let's keep country drivin' on
Baby, close that suitcase you've been packing Just sit down and talk to me awhile I know you tried to tell me what was lacking But I guess I must've missed it by a mile
Well, this time, girl, I swear to you I'll listen Help me understand where I went wrong It's hard to find myself in this position Scared that I'll go crazy once you're gone
[CHORUS] Help me hold on To what we have Once our love was strong It can be again You said it takes two To make love last You were right all along So help me hold on
What've I got to do to make it better? What've I got to do to make you see? That even though I promised you forever I never knew how hard that would be
I realize I took your love for granted But I've learned that love worth having don't come free And I'll pay any price it takes to keep you Satisfied and staying here with me
My daddy told me stories about how this country was when he was just a kid How people took the time to care and took alot of pride in the things they did And I can't help but wonder What happened to that spirit Down through the years Is it something we've forgotten Or something that we just don't want to hear
Chorus:
It's a sign of the times we're in When we can't find the time to help a friend Or show a little more compassion too The problems in each others lives We're more concerned with makin' money Than stayin' home lovin' our family And I wish I could change the things I see In the signs of the times
I you need to borrow money now They want to know how many assets you can claim It's not like it was back years ago When grandpa borrowed money simply on his name And it sure does seem a pity But a man's word don't count for much here anymore And I wish I could turn the clock back to The way my daddy said it was before
Chorus: (twice)
And I wish I could change the things I see In the signs of the times
Raised a child of farmin' folks down in the southern land, I worked all day in the summer sun till my back was leather tan. I've been called hillbilly I been called a redneck too, But I ain't backwards, dumb, or poor, just red white and blue.
Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and proud of who we are.
From Richmond to Montgomery, San Antoine to Caroline, There's a brand new spirit sweepin' in like wind through geogia pines. I hold on to some old ways, I ain't scared to try the new, But when it comes to what I change I'll be the one to choose.
Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south, Still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are.
Yeah
Well the times are a changin And the South has come of age We put the past behind us It's time to turn the page
Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south, Still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are.
Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south, Still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we areeeeeeeeee.
you only wanted what money could buy,any trinket that sparkled would catch your green eyes I should have known better,but i loved you too much,and when you spent all my savings,love was not enough.If i were a drinker i'd be drunk tonight,and if'n i were a gambler,i'd bet my last dime,you're out with another,and you won't be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone.We used to go dancin' on saturday night you shined like a diamond underneath those blue lights you were a fools gold oh but i would soon learn i'd never make you happy with the money i earned.If i were a drinker,i'd be drunk tonight,and if'n i was a gambler,lord i'd bet my last dime you're out with another,and you won't be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone
Full moon risin' over Atlanta And I'm fourteen stories high Lookin' down on a street full of people Just like bees in a hive
Lord sometimes I feel just like a number Like somebody lost my name I just couldn't wait to get here to the city Now I can't remember why I came
Chorus:
And the road home keeps on gettin' longer Old friends and yesterday's are further away And that old home grown felling's gettin' stronger Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday
Cattails growin' down by the river So crystal clear in my mind And there's a song that I still remember Sung by the wind in the pines
Lord the people ain't never in a hurry Ain't never bothered by time They just take their troubles and all of their worries And hang 'em on the end of a fishin' line
Chorus (times three)
Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday
As I sit here surrounded, By people and lights Along with my drink at the bar You?ve been here forever, So clear in my mind I just don?t know where you are But I know I?ll find you, But girl till I do This is my love song for you
Let?s hold hands on the porch swing Under the moon While the wind through the willows Plays us a tune We can lie on a blanket, Out back in the yard And wish for our future On a far away star And you?ll feel the passion, As time after time I press your sweet lips to mine We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn Till you drift off To dream in my arms
You might be hundreds, Or more miles away Or you might be just down the street But there?ll be a hunger, Deep in your eyes That I?ll recognize when we meet
It might take hours, Or it might talk years But this is the song you will hear
Let?s hold hands on the porch swing Under the moon While the wind through the willows Plays us a tune We can lie on a blanket, Out back in the yard And wish for our future On a far away star And you?ll feel the passion, As time after time I press your sweet lips to mine We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn Till you drift off To dream in my arms
And you?ll feel the passion As time after time I press your sweet lips to mine
We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn Till you drift off To dream in my arms
Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin' cinders And the sound of that old whistle on the wind I always wondered where the train was going But I never cared at all where it had been
Yeah the first chance I got, I was gone like a shot Following that old dream of mine My only desire was to catch that flyer And ride it to the end of the line
My life is like a Dixie Flyer She don't ever look back So pour on the coal Let the good times roll Till the train runs out of track
Full speed ahead no I ain't stoppin' yet I feel that drivin' wheel down in my soul I been some places where the train don't stop Some places where the train don't even go
Yeah some are satisfied just to sit on the side And watch as the trains roll by That ain't me, there's too much to see Gonna roll until the day that I die
My life is like a Dixie Flyer She don't ever look back So pour on the coal Let the good times roll Till the train runs out of track
Till the train runs out of track Till the train runs out of track
There was a time I could drink my cares away And drown out all of the heartaches That hurt me night and day When the thought of you Came crashin' through I'd have one more But now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
CHORUS: I need one good honky-tonk angel To turn my life around That's reason enough for me to lay this ol' bottle down A woman warm and willin' That's what I'm lookin' for 'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
They knew my name At every bar in town And they knew all of the reasons Why I was comin' 'round 'Cause in my mind Peace I'd find When they'd start to pour But now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
REPEAT CHORUS
Lord the whiskey ain't workin' anymore That's for sure!
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin' So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
Well I handed you a lie and now I'm sorry You're just a little sweeter than the rest Believe me when I say I don't want to hurt you Or do anything to spoil your happiness
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin' So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
If I ever get the blues, now sweet baby Or the lure of the highway on my mind I long to hear that whistle of the freight train And the boxcars as they rattle down the line
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin' So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin' So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
Yeah, don't you give your heart to a rambler, little girl
I can't Hide the way I feel about you anymore I can't hold the hurt inside keep the pain out of my eyes Anymore My tears no longer waiting, My resistance ain't that strong My mind keeps recreating a life with you alone And I'm tried of pretending I don't love you anymore
Let me make one last appeal to show you how I feel About you Mm hm Cause there's no one else I swear holds a candle anywhere next to you Mm hm My heart can't take the beating, not having you to hold A small voice keeps repeating deep inside my soul It says I can't keep pretending I don't love you anymore
I've got to take the chance or let it pass by If I expect to get on with my life My tears no longer waiting, Oh My resistance ain't that strong Oh My mind keeps recreating a love with you alone And I'm tried of pretending I don't love you anymore, Anymore, Anymore
You say you were wrong to ever leave me alone Now you're sorry, you're lonesome and scared And you say you'd be happy if I you could just come back home Well, here's a quarter, call someone who cares
Call someone who'll listen, or might give a damn Maybe one of your sorted affairs But don't you come 'round here handin' me none of your lies Here's a quarter, call someone who cares
Girl, I thought what we had could never turn bad So your leavin' caught me unaware But the fact is you've run...girl, that can't be undone So here's a quarter, call someone who cares
Call someone who'll listen, or might give a damn Maybe one of your sorted affairs But don't you come 'round here handin' me none of your lies Here's a quarter, call someone who cares
Well, he was the assistant preacher And the Sunday school teacher In the church that I grew up in She was a looker from Atlanta Led the choir, played piano Had a body that was made for sin
She didn't care he was married Cause the torch that she carried Was hotter then the fires of hell She had plans to seduce him If she could she would loosen A notch in the Bible belt
So she called him up at home When she knew he'd be alone Said preacher I could use advice I got troubles with a man That I know you'll understand If you could help me it would sure be nice
They met a few minutes after In the office of the pastor And she started telling how she felt What a chance they were takin' When they first started breakin' The laws of the Bible belt
There's a lot of good people Who are led astray That believe what the good book said Well, I'll tell ya something brother When you're dealin' with the devil It's tough to keep a level head And it's hard to imagine How the flames of passion Can burn till your soul will melt And it'll spread like a cancer But you're gonna have to answer To the Lord and the Bible belt
Yeah, yeah... Yeah
Someone said they went to Vegas Back home it didn't take us long To hear the news of what they did Nobody could believe That he left his wife to grieve Alone with two preschool kids
I don't know how there doin' But I know that they're screwin' up A good thing they once had They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the Bible belt...
Oh...
There's a lot of good people Who are led astray That believe what the good book said Well, I'll tell ya something brother When you're dealin' with the devil It's tough to keep a level head And it's hard to imagine How the flames of passion Can burn till your soul will melt And it'll spread like a cancer But you're gonna have to answer To the Lord and the Bible belt
They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the Bible belt...
What made you think I'd let you Go on treatin' me this way What made you think I'd let you run me down I have tried to keep my cool But I will not play your fool And it's all about to change starting now
Girl, if you had your way, I'd be crying everyday Happiness it one thing you would not allow I have listened to your lies, you can't say I haven't tried But, it's all about to change starting now
I once believed you cared for me, boy, was I ever wrong Still you made me love you I still don't know how It's a game that I can't win but I'll be damned if I give in 'Cause it's all about to change starting now
I should've told her more I loved her I should've spent more time at home But should haves really aren't important Since the fact is now she's gone I wish I'd listened to my conscience When it said 'don't let her go' And if she's wondering how I'm doing Well, I think she oughta know
(That/And) I find myself praying More than I ever did before And I find my heart is breaking Each time her memory slams the door And I find myself crying And trying to hold on 'Cause there ain't nothing short of dying That's worse than being left alone
I thought I'd be just fine without her I'd be happy a free man But the hurtin' side of lonesome Is what I didn't understand And the lessons that I'm learning Lord, I'm learning awful well 'Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven Have been replaced by nights of Hell
Repeat Chorus
There ain't nothing short of dying That's worse than being left alone
You left me for a dream you had to follow But I thought goodbye wouldn't last that long You'd go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you And then run back to my arms where you belong But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem And love was something I thought I knew well But when you called me on the phone, asking when you'd come back home You simply told me I could go to Hell
(Well/And) Honey, if Hell had a jukebox And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs You could find me there this evening With the broken hearted grieving Prayin like hell you would come back home
I've looked at all the pictures from our good times And tried to figure out where we went wrong And I've dropped a million quarters down the jukebox 'Cause I'm still haunted by what used to be our song I wish this mental torture would release me Lord, I've give all I had for what it's worth I don't see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go Could be worse than Hell I'm living here on Earth
Repeat Chorus
Yes, you could find me there this evening With the brokenhearted grieving Prayin' like hell you would come back home
