1.

Alabama Jubilee

Jack Yellen - Georg Cobb

© Edwin H Morris Co, ASCAP

You oughta see Deacon Jones as he rattles his bones
Ol' Parson Brown jumpin' round like a clown
Ol' Aunt Jamina she done passed eighty-three
Shoutin' out I'm full o'pep
Watch your step watch your step
One-legged Joe jumpin' around on his toe
Throw away his crutch and hollered I let 'em go
Cause it's hail hail the gang's all here for the Alabama Jubilee
[ guitar - banjo ]
Well you oughta see Deacon Jones as he rattles his bones...
[ guitar ]


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2.

(# 57 country hit)

Remembering

Jerry Reed Hubbard

© Vector Music, BMI / Sixteen Stars Music, BMI

Every night I go down to the same little joint
Fill up my glass till I've reached the point past remembering
Where the music is loud the conversation is free
A dance or two with someone to keep me from remembering

The fool I've been the hurt I've caused the good woman that I loved and lost
For she's constantly with me in memory
I'd go home but I couldn't sleep
And after hours I'd be walkin' the streets remembering

A good woman's love is hard to find
And my woman's love was just that kind

And I'm the reason that she's gone today
I miss her so and the price that I pay is remembering
I take her to sleep in my dreams every night
Then start all over in the morning light remembering

The way it was when she loved me then like a fool how I carelessly
Broke her heart then watched my world fall apart
I'd give this world for yesterday just to have her love me the way I remember
Just to have her love me the way I remember

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3.

Kentucky

Karl Davis

© WB Music, ASCAP

Kentucky you are the dearest land outside of heaven to me
Kentucky I miss your laurels and your redbud trees
When I die I want to rest upon a graceful mountain so high
For that is where God will look for me
[ guitar ]
Kentucky I miss the songs they're singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky how I miss those hound dogs chasing coons
I know that my mother dad and sweetheart all waiting for me
Kentucky I'll be returning soon

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4.

Miller's Cave

Jack Clement

© Songs Of PolyGram, BMI

Way down in the state of Georgia in the swamps and everglades
There's a big old hole on the backside of Tiger Mountain
God help the man who ever gets lost in Miller's Cave
[ guitar ]
Well I had me a gal in Waycross Georgia oh but she had unfaithful ways
God she made me feel feel like I was unwanted
Kinda like the bats and the bears that hang around Miller's Cave
[ guitar ]
Well I caught her out last Saturday evening with some dude everybody call Big Dave
Just the meanest man ever hit Waycross Georgia
Rather fight me a big old mountain lion in Miller's Cave
[ guitar ]
So I said you're gonna pay both you and little baby
Woman I'm gonna see you see you in your grave
Well they laughed at me and oh Lord right before I shot them
Then I dragged their lyin' schemin' bones to Miller's Cave
[ guitar ]
Well I couldn't stand stand the way she done me
So I guess I showed her I was brave
The most wanted man to ever hit the state of Georgia
But they'll never find me because I'm lost in Miller's Cave

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5.

Last Train

Dick Feller

© Vector Music, BMI / Sixteen Stars Music, BMI

When I was a baby times were kinda hard and money was kinda scarce
And my Mama told she used to hop a freight and Papa would just pitch me up to her
And we'd hobo all around the south lookin' for work
Well after I grew up a little Mama told me about those hard times
And how they were the happiest times of her life
And now here's a song about one of those people

He was just an old railroad hobo at a time when trains were all but gone
With a tear in his eye sittin' on a railroad tie talkin' to himself of goin' home
He said I've seen the world from a freight train I've hauled across the countryside
Now I'm just a tired weary pilgrim waitin' to take me one last ride

He said last train won't you take me to my home
Make it fast train life is leavin' these old bones
And I'm alone got no one to call my own
I'm a lookin' for that last train for home

He said boy I have had me some high times and Lord yes I've had me some low
All across these open spaces bluffed my deuces bet my aces take it easy come and easy go
But this old world kept growin' up and goin' places until my way of life is lost in time
Now there ain't much left for me boy I'm ridin' to the end of the line

He said last train won't you take me to my home...

Well he tipped his hat and he walked off to the mainline where he found an open empty car
As he pulled himself inside settled down for the ride I could see he wouldn't be goin' far
And I thought Lord ain't this world just like a train yard where each of us are bound to roam alone
And ain't we all like some old railroad hobo just lookin' for that last train for home

He said last train won't you take me to my home...
I'm lookin' for that last train for home

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6.

(# 54 country hit)

Gator

Jerry Reed Hubbard

© Vector Music, BMI / Sixteen Stars Music, BMI

He was raised in the swamp in back of a slough
He grew up eatin' rattlesnake meat drinkin' homemade brew
Now folks here about call him Gator and everybody knows him well
Meanest man ever to hit the swamp folks swear he come straight outta hell

Well Gator McKlusky's sittin' on a stump
Hammer pulled back on a twelve gauge pump
Watchin' that swamp lookin' out for the law
While he make the best corn liquor you ever saw
Rot gut whiskey

While he's makin' that mash he watches and he looks
Ol' Gator he knows that swamp like a book
Sumpin' out there movin' Gator whadda ya see
Ain't nothin' but the snakes and the gators and me

Everything's okey dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff ain't snoopin' around
So cook that moonshine down till it's good and clear
Everything's okey dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff he'd soon mess around with the devil
Than to get his self alone messin' around in here

One day he was cookin' some mash he was almost done
When they spotted the law and they had to run
So he headed for the swamp and they followed him in
But the law might as well been a chasin' the wind
Look out for that snake sheriff

Well they chased him on back through the muck and the slime
To the back of that swamp where the sun don't shine
But the law won't never catch Gator my friend
Cause he knows that swamp like the back of his hand

Watch out boys old Smokey's in the Okefenokee
The sheriff's out there snoopin' around
So shut that business down and let's disappear
Look out boys old Smokey's in the Okefenokee
But that sheriff he's really gonna catch the devil
If he keeps on snoopin' around in here

Gator's in the swamp Sheriff go get him if you can
Careful Sheriff don't let that Gator bite you on your gonads

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7.

Pointer's Rock

Les Pouliot

© Vector Music, BMI / Sixteen Stars Music, BMI

Well I can see Pointer's Rock I can see it from my window
It makes me think about you and the trouble you got me into
Can't forget you
Well it woulda been better if I'd never met you

Well you had your way of doin' things that's fine
But I got mine

Well I held nothin' back anything you demanded
If you had a wanted the moon and the stars
Well baby I'da done my damnedest to provide 'em
Till the day I found you layin' there beside him

Well I had my way of doin' things to you
But you did too

Up on Pointer's Rock high above the river
It was a cold and a windy night but I was too hot to shiver
You were callin’ my name as to the water you were fallin’

You had your way of doin’ things that's fine
But I had mine

Well now through these iron bars of my gray stone window
I can see sunshine people up on Pointer's Rock
And I feel my eyes grow misty
What's the good of life when you gotta live it this way

You had your way of doin' life that's fine
Now I got mine

Well I can see Pointer's Rock I can see it from my window
Lord God woman the trouble you got me into

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8.

Oklahoma Sunshine

Mike Settle

© House Of Music, BMI

I can almost smell the hick'ry smoke hear the fireside talk of the old homefolks
See the roses on the hillside growing wild
I can almost touch the dogwood trees taste the air and memories
Scenes that I grew up on as a child

Where there were babies runnin' naked in the summertime
Clothes out dryin' on an old clothesline
Fishin' on the lake with a friend of mine
In the Oklahoma sunshine

Well I grew up and I moved away but I can't forget about the good old days
Thinkin' bout the way life used to be
I got married and had some kids now I tell 'em bout the things that Pappy did
Paintin' pictures of a world they'll never see

Where there were babies runnin' naked in the summertime...

Well I ain't sayin' that my life is bad but Lord I wish that I only had
The comforts that they can't build in machines
Like plenty of space and room to grow air to breathe and a country road
That leads to some place peaceful and serene

Where there were babies runnin' naked in the summertime...

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9.

Good For Him

Dick Feller

© Vector Music, BMI / Sixteen Stars Music, BMI

Well I see you've looked around and found someone to take my place
He paints pictures upon your mind and a smile upon your face
And he's everything I've never been and all I'll never be
Well good for him bad for me

Yes you've been dissatisfied I've known it all along
You say where I could do no right that he could do no wrong
So I sweep up the pieces while he sweeps ya off your feet
Good for him bad for me

I suppose he quotes ya prose and brings you pretty things
And writes you in the lines and rhymes of songs he has to sing
And he tells you that he loves you and you say you love him too
So If I say I love you it won't mean that much to you
So I won't but I do

Well I must say I'm not overjoyed to view this situation
But if he makes you happy then that's some slight consolation
And I hope he will forgive me if I'm prone to jealousy
Good for him bad for me

Well I suppose he quotes ya prose and brings you pretty things...

Well I must say I'm not overjoyed to view this situation...

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10.

Rooster Jones

James Rorie - Billy Herbert

© Vector Music, BMI / Sixteen Stars Music, BMI

Well old Rooster Jones got a junkyard just outside a town
We buy and we sell says the sign out front by the piece or by the pound
Big scrap iron piles and tore up cars in the front yard by the store
But the way old Rooster really makes his money is right out his back door

Well Rooster Jones makes whiskey it's always in demand
The Talahatchie County dry law's makin' Rooster a wealthy man
Rooster Jones

Well a way out back in a clump of trees there's a run down rickety shack
With a path runnin' to it where the grass won't grow cause people keep walkin' on back
Cause that's where he keeps his merchandise just pour it up ready to go
Sometimes folks have to wait in line just to get in ol' Rooster's store

Now Rooster Jones sells whiskey it's always in demand
The Talahatchie County dry law’s makin' Rooster a wealthy man
Big Rooster Son

Well now he don't sell to the rich folks cause they don't drink his brand
But the poor folks love old Rooster Jones he's everybody's man
The sheriff he is a righteous fellow ain't no better anywhere
But at the first of the month he tools on by just to pick up the county's share

Well Rooster Jones makes whiskey it's always in demand
Talahatchie County dry law's makin' Rooster a wealthy man

Awful son yeah gettin' rich makin' that tax free liquor
Makin' everybody happy

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