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HE'S AFTER ME
(Ó John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co.,
BMI)
He's got a brown sack, a can of Kodiak
And a shotgun, in a gun rack
Been gone a long time, but now he's comin' back
Back for sweet Marie, who left him for me
When he went to prison for killin' a man
Who tried in vain to steal her hand
He got out in three...
And now he's after me
When he went to jail, I said what the hell
I courted sweet Marie, she fell in love with me
We used to talk about, how mad he'd be
If he ever broke out, or they set him free
Well I knew all along I was in too deep
But in my case the price of love is steep
'Cause he got out in three...
And now he's after me
Well now I’m on the run, tryin' to dodge the gun
And as for sweet Marie, well she's right beside me
If he ever finds me, you know how dead I'll be
He's probably right behind me, but I just can*t see
For the rest of my life I'll be runnin' from this man
But me and sweet Marie, well we got us a plan
Our plane leaves at three for somewhere he won't find me
For somewhere he won*t find me, yeah me and sweet Marie
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HAGGARD SONGS
(Ó John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co.,
BMI)
30 years from now, all the old timers will be gone
Forgotten like the record player, hidden under your old bed at home
I wish the only pop in country, was the sound made by putting that needle on
But 30 years from now... I'll still be singin' Haggard songs
30 years from now, will we still call this planet home?
Or maybe we'll be floatin' 'round in outer space, looking for a new star to
call our own
I've got so many questions, but no answers right or wrong
But 30 years from now... I'll still be singin' Haggard songs
I know 30 years seems like a lifetime to a young man's soul,
But my daddy always told me, “son it'll be here much sooner than you
know...”
From cd's- to -dvd's, HDTV and beyond,
30 years from now... I'll still be singin' Haggard songs
instrumental break
I know 30 years seems like a lifetime to a young man's soul,
But my daddy always told me, “son it'll be here much sooner than you
know...”
30 years from now, when my mom and dad are gone
if I'm not dead from a broken heart... I'll still be singin' Haggard songs
Said if I'm not dead with a broken heart... I'll still be singin' Haggard
songs
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SMALL TOWN GRADUATES
(Ó John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co.,
BMI)
Well we were big buddies all
through high school,
the class of 96 we wouldn't be nobody's fools
We each had a plan to live our lives a certain way,
and no one would have dreamed at how we've ended up today
Well one boy made a baby on his first time,
and one left to go huntin' and came back paralyzed
One boy went to college made it all the way through,
now he's at 15th and Olive servin' beer to me and Luke
We thought
that our feet was where the world would lay
But the world just grew colder and it turned the other way
Guess we never came through on the big plans that we made
But we can always look back on better days
One boy took a job down at the
factory,
he got laid off and needed money to make his ends meet
So he fired up a meth lab on his grandma's property,
now she's mailin' him cigarettes to the penitentiary
My best friend of the bunch can't find his head you see,
he just won't grow up and be the man he's supposed to be
And one boy got with a bad crowd and pissed his life away,
when he failed his urine test tryin' to get on at TVA
Chorus
As for me I'm still pickin' on
this old guitar,
I've played all around the world but haven't gotten very far
But I still love my mama and she still hates these bars,
but I've got to keep on singin' if I'm gonna be a star
Chorus
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THE ONE I LEFT BEHIND
(Ó
John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co., BMI)
Lately I... can't seem to ease my mind
I ain't got no reason, and I sure ain't got no rhyme
Maybe I... got lost somewhere in time
Lost between my mind, and the one I've left behind
There's a picture in my heart, it was
taken in better times
Before I left my lovin' home, and I walked a sober line
Yeah this picture that I speak of, you know the frame's been broken several
times
But never quite as bad as the heart of the one I've left behind
I can't get
over you, Lord knows I've tried
I've done everything this side of dyin,'
but I can't break the ties that bind
I can't stop drinkin,' no not this time
Until I flood the fertile fields of my mind,
and drown the one I've left behind
(Repeat Chorus)
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PENTECOSTAL WOMAN
(Ó
John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co., BMI)
I wanna marry a Pentecostal woman, one that wears long denim skirts
I'm tired of dating all these flashy blondes, that wear tight jeans and
low-cut shirts
I wanna a girl that'll stay at home, and never get the urge to roam
No trips to the tanning bed 'cause she'd rather stay home with me instead
and besides... they only show their ankles, and for that I'm thankful
I've had some 8's and 9's and maybe a 10,
but I couldn't hold on to none of them
Those flashy girls take all the patience I can summon,
and that's why I want me a Pentecostal woman
I wanna marry a Pentecostal woman, any shape or size I
don't care
One that won't lie to me and give me the run around, one that shoots as
straight as her hair
Her appearance won't make unexpected changes, because they've looked the
same for ages
No trips to the hair salon, or appointments to get her nails done besides...
they'd rather go to church than flirt
I've been left by some good lookin'
women, and that's left me about as sour as a lemon
Those flashy girls take all the patience I can summon,
so that's why I want me a Pentecostal woman
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BACK ON THE MARKET
(Ó
John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co., BMI)
Well it's Tuesday mornin' and I'm
walkin' through Wal-Mart again
But in a town this size it's the only thing that's open at 4 A.M.
Walkin' down the aisle reminds me of our wedding plans
And now I hate to admit it, but I'm back on the market again
Back on the market again,
tryin' to find a place I fit in .
These fluorescent light bulbs will keep me alive,
'til the bars open up at 10
Now I'm back on the market again.
(Repeat Chorus)
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DADDY'S MUSIC
(Ó
John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co., BMI)
Old man's got an old amp, but he's got a
timeless tone
The road caused his calloused hands and turned his fingertips to stone
He's got an old cheap guitar, he never could afford the best
But you know one thing's for sure he shines heads above the rest
When he plays...
Old country music with a 5 piece band
Playin* songs about the hard times,
that common people understand
And if talent equaled money
then he'd be a millionaire ,
But the only thing he ever gains is some more gray in his hair
As a boy he moved to Chicago, and played
every club around
But he learned his smooth vibrato in a little southern town
And the city never loved him like his mom and dad back home
By the time he made the bus ride, his dad was already gone
So he finally put his roots down, in a
rural Tennessee home
Found himself a wife and made a family of his own
Even through the hard times he never put his guitar down
And even after all these years people come from miles around
When he plays...
Old country music with a 5 piece band
Playin* songs about the hard times,
that common people understand
And if talent equaled money
then he'd be a millionaire ,
But the only thing he ever gains
is some more gray in his hair
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UNLESS
(Ó John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co.,
BMI)
I don't care if we still talk a
lot, but it keeps me from goin' crazy.
I don't know if I'm alright or not, but if you won't maybe Jesus can save
me.
Sometimes I hate you, but then I thank you for showing me how much love I
can give.
But then my jealousy, it runs all over me and I don't know how I can live.
We'll always be more than just friends, but someone's got to get used in the
end.
I don't wanna
say goodbye if you still need me.
But I really need to let you go, you've got to believe me.
I just wanna get high so you can't hurt me.
And I'm never gonna change my mind
Unless you still need me.
I don't think about the heart I've
lost, but I feel like you should repay me.
I don't picture your face at all, I mean never, well sometimes maybe.
Sometimes I cuss you, but then miss you ‘cause I don't want to start
something new.
I can feel you, I know the real you and you are the that knows me too.
We'll always be more than just friends, but someone's got to get screwed in
the end.
(Repeat Chorus)
What am I gonna do,
What am I gonna do with me and you
What am I gonna do?
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2 BIT BAR, 1 HORSE TOWN
(Ó
John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co., BMI)
Drunk chick fell into my stuff again
She tripped on my guitar chord, and I was playin' without bein' plugged in
Well I wondered why I couldn't get any sound...
It's just another 2 bit bar in a 1 horse town
Everybody's a
drummer, or guitar player
Or they know someone that's almost famous
There's so many similarities I've found
They come out in droves to get on down...
It's just another 2 bit bar in a 1 horse town
She was tryin' to see just how vulgar she
could be
Dancin' on some 'ole cowboy's leg, and guzzlin' a Dos Equis
I was singin "Lay Down Sally" when she hit the ground...
It's just another 2 bit bar in a 1 horse town
Chorus
She was lyin' on her back, face filled
with fear
But that quickly changed to happiness when she saw she never spilled her
beer
I told the crowd we'd be right back and set my guitar down...
It's just another 2 bit bar in a 1 horse town
Chorus
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THE WALK
(Ó John A. McDaniel,
Wormwood Publishing Co., BMI)
Well I was off and runnin,' time was on my trail
Tryin' to get to heaven in a world that's gone to hell
Well I am off and runnin'
I'm gonna' get to the top of the hill
I thought I knew the walk...
But I didn't know at all.
So I went down to Nashville, to try and
find my dreams
Said I'd stay for a year to try and get on the scene
Well I am down in Nashville
Just comin' apart at the seams
Well I thought I knew the walk...
But I didn't know at all
It's the same walk my daddy made in 1962
He said, "the music almost killed me son,
So don't let it happen to you"
Instrumental Chorus
Had an honest woman, she was so good to
me
She really loved my music and she wanted me to succeed
Well I had an honest woman
She would never leave
Well I thought I knew the walk...
But I didn't know at all
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NOTHING EVER CHANGES
(Ó John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co.,
BMI)
Nothin' ever changes in my hometown
You still see the same old people hangin' 'round
You might see a few cars you don't recognize
But then some high school hero passes by because...
Nothin' ever changes in my hometown
Nothing ever changes
Your town's the same way too
You can build a Dollar General,
but I ain't that easily fooled
Well there's still a whole lot of good
people to be found
If you could keep all the crankheads from runnin' it down
Lick Creek Road is where I'll someday lay
But I bet if you asked me on my dyin* day
I’d say... Nothin' ever changes in my hometown
Nothing ever changes
Your town's the same way too
You can build a Dollar General,
but I ain't that easily fooled
Well there's still a whole lot of good
people to be found
If they could keep all the dopeheads from runnin' it down
Lick Creek Road is where I'll someday lay
But I bet if you asked me on my dyin* day I'd say...
Nothin' ever changes in my hometown
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I DON'T THINK THEY DO
(Ó
John A. McDaniel, Wormwood Publishing Co., BMI)
Well I'm a young man, but I've got an old
soul
Now I'm pickin' with my heroes, Lord, at Cinderella Studios
These eats played with Dylan, and Barefoot Jerry too
I can’t believe they took the time, oh Lord, to bring my music to you
Well they're the Nashville superpickers, the hitmen of yesterday
And if I had it my way then they'd still be doin' 5 sessions a day
You know I miss Roy Nichols, and I still love ole Moon
People today think they know country, Lord...
But I don't think they do
Well I got a harp for Christmas when I
was just a boy
Now I'm standin' right here playin' alongside the sho'nuff real McCoy
I want to hear that pedal steel like only Russ can do
I've got my eyes and ears wide open, Lord, tryin' to learn a thing or two
Well they're the Nashville superpickers,
the hitmen of yesterday
And if I had it my way then they'd still be doin' 5 sessions a day
You know I miss Roy Nichols, and Buck Owens* Buckaroos
People today think they know country, Lord...
But I don't think they do
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