lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

L AND N DON'T STOP HERE ANYMORE

(Tom T. Hall)
« © '75 Hallnote Music, BMI / Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
When I was a curly headed baby
My daddy sat me down upon his knee
He said boy you go to school learn you letters
Don't you be a dirty miner like me

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow Voal cars rambled pass my door
Now they're standin' in rusty row all empty c And the L and N don't stop here anymore

I used to think my daddy was a black man
With script enough to buy the company store
Now he goes dawntown with empty pockets
And his face is white as February snow

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow...
[ fiddle ] Last night I dreamed I went down to the coal yard
To draw my pay like I always did before
But them ol' kudzu vines were comin' through the windows
And leaves and grass are growin' through the floor

I was born and raised in the mouth of the Hazard Hollow...
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2.

LONESOME TO THE BONE

(Johnny Cash)
« © '74 Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
On the park bench I slept on raindrops are fallin' on the newspapers coverin' me
I hear early mornin' motors and I know the world is wakin' for the dawn
But my mind's down in dark alley somewhere where last night you loved me
And in the early mornin' chill my arms remember still
But I'm droppin' like a stone lonesome to the bone

The sun is roughly risin' on the roofs of Stagger Town
The time for sweatin' poison out is just now comin' round
The high flyin' last night is over with and gone
Leavin' me lonesome to the bone
[ guitar ] I walk the way the wind blows and any way the wind goes will be good enough for me
My mind is like that traffic jam and I walk between the cars lost and alone
Your hot breath and your laughter keep flashin' through my mind to warm me
But the naked light of day soon makes it fade away
And I'm goin' down alone lonesome to the bone

The sun is roughly risin'...
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3.

BULL RIDER

(Rodney Crowell)
« © '79 Happy Sack Music, ASCAP »
Well first you gotta wanna get off bad enough to wanna get on him in the first place
And you better trust in your lady luck
Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now
Live fast die young bull rider
One hand hold is all you got and it's you and the bull against the clock and a coarse crowd
And once upon a spinnin' ton nothin' else you've ever done can pull this way
You're just outside the buckin' shoot
Lose a spur you lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now he's buckin' mean and dirty
Slingin' mud and cowboy boots and kickin' clowns
No fools no fun bull rider

You gotta feel the way he's movin' you gotta watch his head
And brace yourself for anything that'll render you might dead
You know the art of hangin' loose hangin' just as tight
Well it's something like a hurricane who's dancin' with a kite

Well the rodeo is more than rough
It's a fact of life it's tough to cut his fever ass
It's drinkin' beer and pullin' trailers
Tight lamay on barrel races and course a buckle
No rides no pay bull rider live fast die young bull rider bull rider bull rider
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4.

I'LL SAY IT'S TRUE

(Johnny Cash)
« © '79 House Of Cash, BMI »
I've never been in prison I don't know much about trains
My favorite singer cooks my breakfast I like her fancy and I like her plain
I love bright and flashy colors like hot pink and dresden blue
But if they ask me if it's true that I still love you I'll say it's true

I'd be happy in a mansion or in an ole rundown shotgun shack
I like the feel of silk and satin so I don't know why I wear black
I love New York City betcha cowgirl boots I do
But if they ask me if it's true that I still love you I'll say it's true

I'll say it's true so don't let it bother you
Just let them ole tales all stay twisted I will set 'em straight about you
I have not been in the army I'm an Indian from years ago
When they ask if I know Waylon I tell 'em I think so
I do not plan on retirin' from anything I do
But if they ask me if it's true that I still love you I'll say it's true
I'll say it's true so don't let it bother you
Just let them ole tales all stay twisted I will set 'em straight on you
I got plans to keep right on singin' and I do know Emmylou
But if they ask me if it's true that I still love you I'll say it's true
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5.

(GHOST) RIDERS IN THE SKY

(Stan Jones)
« © '49 Edwin H Morris Music, BMI »
An ole cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Ploughin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yi pi yi o yi pi yi ay ghost riders in the sky
[ guitar ] Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet
Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire as they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from hell a ridin' on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies
Yi pi yi o yi pi yi ay ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky ghost riders in the sky
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6.

COCAINE BLUES

(T.J. Arnall)
« © '58 Unichappell Music, BMI »
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
Took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hock that shot your woman down

I said yes sir my name is Willy Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
I had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail
[ guitar ] Got up next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff comin' down the line
Huffed and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hock into that district court

Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look a bout

In about five minutes in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered Lowdy Lowdy have mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot my woman down

Come on you hocks and listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
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7.

MUDDY WATERS

(Phil Rosenthall)
« © '74 House Of Cash, BMI »
Mary grab the baby river's risin' muddy water takin' back the land
Ole frame house she can't take no more beatin' ain't no use to stay and make a stand
Well the mornin' light showed water in the valley
Daddy's grave just went below the line
Things to save you just can't take 'em with you
The flood'll swallow all you leave behind

Won't be back to start all over cause what I felt before is gone
Mary take the child the river's risin' muddy water takin' back my home
[ guitar ] The road is gone there's just one way to leave here
Turn my back on what I've left below
Shiftin' lands broken farms around me muddy water's changin' all I know
Hard to say just what I'm losin' ain't never felt so all alone
Mary take the child the river's risin' muddy water takin' back my home
[ fiddle ] Won't be back to start to start all over...
That muddy water takin' back my home
Muddy water's taking back my home muddy water takin' back my home
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8.

WEST CENTERBURY SUBDIVISION BLUES

(Jack Clement)
« © '76 Songs Of PolyGram, BMI »
I built her a castle of perma stone but I should have reigned more with her
Too of'en I left my queen alone and that was no way to leave her
I rode out in quest of song and wine and that was no way to treat her
I kept her hangin' like grapes on the vine and that was no way to keep her

Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed
And casually mentioned my misdeeds
He promised a love far greater than mine
Thus pulled out and plucked my grapes from the vine
[ fiddle ] I built her a castle with patio but I seldom cooked out upon it
I bought her a TV with stereo but I never listened much to it
Now I have a castle but the queen's not home and that is no way to have her
I have the vine but the grapes are gone and that's no way to run a vineyard

Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed...
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9.

LATELY I'VE BEEN LEANIN' TOWARD THE BLUES

(Billy Joe Shaver)
« © '79 ATV Songs, BMI »
Lately I've been leanin' toward to blues

The lazy loafin' good for nothin' no count knock around
Ain't been worth a honky dime since country come to town
I'll tell you boys this waitin' up for somethin's got me down to nothin' left to lose
And lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
I said lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
I've been leanin' lately toward the blues
I've done held on till I can't turn loose
[ guitar ] Ev'rything is ev'rything and ev'rybody knows
We can't get nowhere by steppin' on each other's toes
And when it comes to cuttin corners baby anyway you get here is just fine
Cause lately we've been doin' double time
And lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
I've been leanin' lately toward the blues
Done wore soul in my ole holely shoes
I said lately I've been leanin' toward to blues
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10.

I'M GONNA SIT ON THE PORCH AND PICK ON MY OLD GUIT

(Johnny Cash)
« © '79 Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar
I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star
And then I'm gonna fly away and never come back someday
Less I thought I would land right close to where you are
Well if I thought anybody really cared I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg of a trans-celestial bird
I wonder if I ever really did leave how many would there be to grieve
How did react to the word
[ guitar ] Well I wouldn't want to hurt a solitary soul
I have still got all six foot two in control
But when my obligation's load is a greasy uphill road
And pleasin' ev'rybody but me is my first goal
I want to sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar
And just hope you're hangin' loose wherever you are
And for the joy you brought to me this song I sung for Thee
While I sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar
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