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Keep it Simple
03:47
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Keep it simple, keep it sweet
Get those folks dancing on their feet
with three, three little chords
Good country music, sure don’t need much more
If you can’t say it in, a couple breaths
Then brother, you’re preaching
I don’t need that, my soul’s been saved
By Willie, Waylon, and the Hag
An anthem for the working man,
Songs about drinking and heartache
Stories of the days gone by,
Living in a simpler time is all, my, heart can take
Out in Nashville, so I’m told
You’ve got a formula for writing songs,
What’s that? Sounds like math.
Feel it, live it, write it, that’s my chosen path
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2. |
Long Road Ahead
03:08
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Take a moment take a breath,
Take some time to rest your weary head
Take a moment take some time
Before you speak your worried mind
It’s a long road ahead
and we don’t know where it ends
So, take it slow, dance with me
Give me your hand,
I promise I won’t leave you.
My friend.
Take a moment can’t you see
Just how much you mean to me
Even though you feel alone
In me, You’ll always have a home
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3. |
Montana Can't You See
02:43
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Montana Can’t you see,
You’ve got a big ol’ hold on me,
You’ve got a big ol’ hold on me.
Of my heart you take the biggest piece,
Tell me, oh, can’t you see.
Montana, you’ve got a hold on me
I can’t help but stare, I know it’s rude
But the way you’re looking it’s all that I can do
You got the biggest mountains that I’ve seen
And the bluest skies, oh, what a dream
Montana, you’ve got a hold on me
Montana, oh my, my
Well I look at you with stary eyes
Montana, you’ve got a hold on me
In my eyes you can do no wrong,
I have been away, for way too long
Montana, you’ve got a hold on me.
I can’t help but stare, I know it’s rude
But the way you’re looking it’s all that I can do
Your valleys’ they are oh so sweet,
About sweet enough for me to eat,
Montana, you’ve got a hold on me
Montana, you’ve got a hold on me.
With an M-O-N-T-A-N-A, Montana’s got a hold on me.
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Untied
04:28
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Wouldn’t take a lot, to untie the knot
Tied around, her little finger.
Her wandering eye, is giving me the sign
That I may as well, try.
That I may as well, try
A woman looking around, well it means two things
She’s had enough, of you and what you’re offering
Maybe you’ve put her down, One too many times.
She’s had enough, moving on down the line.
She’s had enough, moving on down the line.
As far as I can tell. I’m going straight to hell
For what I’ve done, to this union.
Broken as it was, ashamed of what I’ve done.
Lord forgive me. I’m only human.
Lord forgive me. I’m only human.
A woman looking around, only means two things
She’s had enough, of you and what you’re offering
Maybe you’ve put her down. One too many times.
She’s had enough. Moving on down the line.
Had enough, moving on down the line.
It didn’t happen overnight
Once she was a dedicated wife
How it took its toll on her,
he didn’t realize the power of his words.
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5. |
Little Gold Heart
02:43
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Little gold heart on a golden string,
It’ll make you cry, it’ll make you sing
Ain’t love a grand old thing?
Little Gold heart, on a golden string
Little left hand, and a golden band
You gave your love, to a rugged man
Aint he sweet? Ain’t he grand?
Little left hand and a golden band
Little gold piece, inside my vest
Well I know just how, going to spend it best
Gonna take my gal out on the town
little gold piece, wont soon be found
Little gold heart, where do I start?
Little gold heart, where do I start?
Truth be told the purest of gold
Locked inside are secrets untold
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6. |
The City
04:03
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The City, has really, got me down
The hustle, and bustling around
I ain’t, used, to all these sounds
The City, has really, got me down.
I come from a small town in the hills
Ain’t used to all this flash and all these thrills
Give me, a good old Honky Tonk,
And I’m right back, where I belong
If Hank is on the juke box, count me in
Watching folks dancing round and spin-ing!
I start to feel all warm, inside
I guess you’d call it, small-town pride.
The city, will really, get you down
If you ain’t careful it’ll tear your heart out
Listen close, you hear me now,
don’t let them see you frown.
Because that City, will really get you down.
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7. |
While You're Out
03:36
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While you’re out, keeping the lights on
Who’s keeping, the lights on for you?
While you’re out, keeping the lights on
Who’s keeping, the lights on for you?
It’s your momma, it’s your lady, it’s your grown baby
A friend, your brother, a next-door neighbor
They’re all, pullin for you.
Well, your house has been broken into, it’s been
frozen, the cockroaches moving in, the termites
have chosen their next, meal or two.
It’s a hard life living on the road,
Bout the time you settle in, it is time to go
You hang on, my brother, my friend
One day, closer to the end.
While you’re out making a living
You’re paying to live on the road
While you’re out making a living
You’re paying to live don’t you know.
Sleeping in a stranger’s bed, next to no one
Eating out every night, you’re waistlines growing
Oh boy, what’s happened to you?
Well you’re navigating city streets that you don’t know,
You’re missing your home, and the country roads
Soon, real soon.
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8. |
Call a Rat a Rat
02:00
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Call a rat a rat, call a scab a scab
I just call it like I see it man.
Well, call a rat a rat, call a scab a scab
I just call it like I see it man.
It don’t take too much, these days
To spot a rat a mile away
Scurrying with his little paws,
ratting on everything he saw
We were, supposed to be brothers
Looking out, for one another.
But there’s always a select few.
Who will do anything to give you the screw.
Call a rat a rat, call a scab a scab
I just call it like I see it man.
You run off to the foreman,
Tell him every little thing.
Boy you’d better watch out.
Next time you need something We’ll.
We’ll, call a rat a rat, call a scab a scab
I just call it like I see it man.
Yea, call a rat a rat, call a scab a scab
I just call it like I see it man.
I just call it like I see it man.
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9. |
Lost to the Trade
04:20
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10. |
In My Past
02:58
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Time has come for me to leave
We knew it would happen eventually
Didn’t know, it would happen so fast
We don’t know, where down the line
When I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
Darling let me say to thee.
I don’t want you in my past
I don’t want you, to be a memory that I had
I want you here with me, Sitting on this swing.
Holding hands watching that sun set
Hold me extra tight tonight,
Tomorrow by the morning light
I will be on the open road.
Hoping that I will survive
As my heart has stayed behind
So again until we meet
Chorus
In my past you don’t fit
I don’t like it one bit
In my past you don’t fit
I don’t like the sound of it
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11. |
Bumb-a-Lee-Bee
03:05
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Well Honey You’re as sweet as a bumb-a-lee bee
All kinds of honey no stinger for me
My sweet, little bumbalee bee
Oh geeeeeeE, my little bumbalee bee
Well, he’s my king and I am his queen
We’ve got a sweet little hive tucked up in the trees
Just two, little bumb-a-lee bee’s
Two beeeE’s just living the dream.
When It’s cold and a snowy outside
You’ll see the glow, from inside our hive
My sweet bee is working day and night
Making sure we’ve got the best little hive
Oh he’s the only one for me
Yea he, he’s my little bumb-a lee bee
Making sweet honey it’s what we do,
We could fill a hundred jars it’s true
Just two, little bumb-a-lee bees
Two bee’s, just living the dream
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12. |
Quietly it Waits
04:38
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I hear a whisper, in my ear
Wind, says, things are changing
It’s time, time to move on
Leaves are falling, snow is coming
Let’s, migrate south,
The geese, in a V they fly
It’s the honks from above,
Telling me, to get gone love
To move on out
It’s the crackling of the leaves
Subtly telling me,
To head down south
Blanket comes down, covers the ground
Shhh…All is sleeping
Till spring, quietly waits
Say goodbye, for a while
Hug friends and family
Oh, so tight
I know, winter won’t wait for me.
To get ahead of this storm coming through
Even if, I should wait until morning.
I might get stuck til’ the tulips bloom.
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