lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

CHATTANOOGA CHOO CHOO

(Mack Gordon - Harry Warren) « © '41 WB Music, ASCAP »
Pardon me boy is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo
All aboard track twenty nine can you give me a shine
Can you afford to board the Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare

You leave the Pennsylvania Station bout a quarter to four
You read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore
Dinner in the diner nothin' could be finer
Than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina

When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shovell all the coal in gotta keep a rollin'
Ooh ooh Chattanooga there you are

There's gonna be a certain party in the station
Satin and lace I used to call funny face
She's gonna cry when I tell her that I'll never roam
So Chattanooga Choo Choo won't you choo choo me home

All aboard you afford
Chattanooga Choo Choo won't you choo choo me home

You leave the Pennsylvania Station bout a quarter to four...
When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar...
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2.

DON'T LET GO

(Jesse Stone) « © '58 Screen Gems Music, BMI »
Hear that whistle it's ten o'clock (don't let go don't let go)
Come on baby it's time to rock (don't let go don't let go)
I'm so happy I got you here (don't let go don't let go)
Keeps me grinnin' for ear to ear (don't let go don't let go)

Oowee hmm this feelin's killin' me
Ah shucks well I wouldn't stop for a million bucks
I love you so just hold me tight and don't let go

Thunder lightning wind and rain (don't let go don't let go)
Love is poundin' inside my brain (don't let go don't let go)
I'm so eager I'm nearly dyin' (don't let go don't let go)
You've been keepin' your lips from mine (don't let go don't let go)

Oowee hmm this feelin's killin' me...
[ sax - guitar ] Hound dog barkin' up side the hill (don't let go don't let go)
Love is draggin' him through the mill (don't let go don't let go)
Now if it wadn't for havin' you (don't let go don't let go)
I'd be barkin' and howlin' too (don't let go don't let go)

Oowee hmm this feelin's killin' me...
Hold me tight and don't let go...
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3.

HOT ROD LINCOLN

(Charlie Ryan - W.S. Stevenson) « © '59 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
My pappy said son you gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln

Have you heard the story about the hot rod race
When the Ford and the Lincoln were settin' the pace
That story's true I'm here to say
Cause I was a drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses them all
And an overdrive that just won't stall

It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts
4:11 gears that really get lost
Safety tubes and I'm not scared
The brakes are good and the tires are fair

We left San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passin' cars like they were standin' still

Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys that's the mark for me
But by then the taillights was all you could see

Now the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it down into overdrive

Well I wound it up to hundred and ten
Twisted the speedometer cable hit top end
Had my foot glued right to the floor
I said that's all there is there ain't no more

Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said slow down I see spots
The lines on the road just looked like dots

I took a corner and passed a truck
I crossed my fingers just for luck
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas

Had flames comin' from out of the side
You could feel the tension man what a ride
I said look out boys I've got a license to fly
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by

Now all of a sudden a rod started knockin'
Down in the depths she started a rockin'
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

They arrested me and put me in jail.
They called my pop to throw my bail.
And he said son you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't quit drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln
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4.

THAT'S WHAT I LIKE ABOUT THE SOUTH

(Andy Razaf) « © '46 Southern Music, ASCAP »
Let's go down to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old mama
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like about the South

She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
And that's what I like about the South
[ fiddle ] Ham hocks and turnip greens
Hog jolls and butter beans
Mardi Gras down in New Orleans
That's what I like about the South

Down where the trees grow tall
Where everybody says y'all
Walk on in with that Southern drawl
And that's what I like about the South

Here comes old Parson with all the news
Boxback coat and button shoes
All paid up with his union dues
That's what I like about the South

Did I tell you about the place called Doo-wah-diddy
But it ain't no town and it ain't no city
It's awful small but it's mighty pretty
Doo-wah-diddy
[ piano ] Well I'm not here to criticise
I'm not here to sympathise
But don't tell me them no good lies
Cause a lyin' gal like you can devise

Every time I pass your door
You act like you don't want me no more
You just raise your head and sigh
Well I'm gonna trackin' right on by

That's what I like about the South
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5.

THAT LUCKY OLD SUN

(Beasley Smith - Haven Gillespie) « © '55 Robbins Catalog, ASCAP »
Up in the morning out on the job work like a devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

I fuss with my woman toil with my kids sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day

Dear Lord above can't you see that I'm pining
Yes I got tears that are falling from my eyes
Why don't you send them that cloud with the silvery lining
Lift me to paradise

Show me that river and take me across wash all my troubles away
Just like that lucky old sun ain't gonna have nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day
[ fiddle ] But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do
Just roll around heaven all day
Just roll around heaven all day
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6.

WALK ON BY

(Kendall Hayes) « © '61 ATV Songs, BMI »
(I love you but we're strangers when we meet)

If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me if I don't say hello
I belong to another and it wouldn't look so good
To know someone I'm not supposed to know

Just walk on by (wait on the corner)
I love you but we're strangers when we meet
Just walk on by (wait on the corner)
I love you but we're strangers when we meet
[ steel - guitar ] In a dimly lit corner in a place outside of town
Tonight we'll try to say goodbye again
But I know it's not over I'll see you tomorrow night
I can't let you go so why pretend

Just walk on by (wait on the corner)...
I love you but we're strangers when we meet
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7.

SAN ANTONIO ROSE

(Bob Wills) « © '40 Bourne Co, ASCAP »
Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I lived 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 and all your splendor know only my heart
Call back my Rose Rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin' apart
Speak once again of my love my own

Broken dreams empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
And that moonlit pass beside the Alamo
And rose my Rose of San Antone
[ steel - fiddle ] Moon and all your splendor know only my heart...
Broken dreams empty words I know...
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8.

ROLY POLY

(Fred Rose) « © '56 Milene Music, ASCAP »
Roly Poly eatin' corn and taters hungry every minute of the day
Oh Roly Poly knowin' all the biscuits long as he can chew it it's okay

He can eat an apple pie
And never even bat an eye
He likes everything from a soup to hay
Oh Roly Poly daddy's little fatty
Daddy's gonna be a man someday
[ mandolin - steel - fiddle - guitar - piano - sax ] Roly Poly scrambled eggs for breakfast bread and jelly twenty times a day
Oh Roly Poly eats a hard day dinner it takes lots of strenght to run and play

He bowls up weeds and does the chores
And run both ways to all the stores
He works up that apetite that way
Oh Roly Poly daddy's little fatty
Daddy's gonna be a man someday
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8.

SUGARFOOT RAG

(Vaughn Horton - Hank Garland) « © '49 Cromwell Music, ASCAP / Unichappell Music, BMI / Hollis Music, BMI »
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10.

WALKING THE FLOOR OVER YOU

(Ernest Tubb) « © '41 Unichappell Music, BMI »
I'm walking the floor over you I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying as my heart breaks right in two
Walking the floor over you

You left me and you went away
You said that you'd be back in just a day
You've broken your promise and you left me here alone
I don't know why you did dear but I do know that you're gone

I'm walking the floor over you...
[ steel ] Well someday you may be lonesome too
Walking the floor is good for you
Just keep right on walking and it won't hurt your pride
Remember that I loved you and I will to the day I die

I'm walking the floor over you...
I'm walking the floor over you...
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