lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

JUKEBOX MAN

(Hank Mills)
« © '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »
I roll into Nashville bright and early Monday morn
Yes sir Music City where that Nashville sound was born
I load down my station wagon with the latest hits
And it ain't til Wednesday that I've got a place to sit
I keep millions singin' dancin' in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man

I' ve got ten transistor radios inside my car
And I keep 'em tuned in to the stations near and far
My disc jockey buddies play the records that are hot
And some brand new ones they know are headed for the top
Yes sir I'd be lost without 'em in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man

I know ev'ry bartender his customers and friends
They all holler howdy cuz ev'ry time that I walk in
I drop nickels dimes and quarters on the barroom floor
That just makes my kissin' barmaids love me that much more
Happier than a cow in clover in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man

Pride in bein' a jukebox man has sent rewards my way
All my friends and neighbors came and honored me today
They gave me a golden jukebox crowned me jukebox king
Makin' me the first to reach the Jukebox Hall of Fame
Thank ya'll for your recognition in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man
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2.

PLEASE BUY MY FLOWERS

(Scott Turner - By Dunham)
« © '70 Central Songs, BMI »
Rain or shine you'd see her standing on the corner
Standing with her basket selling flowers ev'ry day
Her clothes were slightly tattered and her toes peep through her shoes
And as you passed her you could her say

Please buy my flowers my pretty little flowers
Please buy my flowers before they fade and die

I'd walk by each morning to buy her pretty flowers
And like a ray of sunshine her smile would light my day
One day she was missing now I know the reason why
And I cry because I'll never hear her say

Please buy my flowers my pretty little flowers...

High upon a hillside where nothing more can harm her
There's a lovely little girl that I still visit ev'ry day
And by her side I place roses that blossom in the sun
Ev'ry time I do I still can hear her say

Please buy my flowers my pretty little flowers...
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3.

HOMING PIDGEON

(Darrell Edwards - Wesley Manemam)
« © '70 Fort Knox Music, BMI / Trio Music, BMI »
Gone gone gone I've been gone too long
But home home home at last I'm goin' home
Your roamin' homin' pidgeon's headin' home

I've seen all the sights from Maine to Mexico
Hawaiian palm trees and Alaskian snow
But there's only one place that I'm bound to go
Your roamin' homin' pidgeon's goin' home

Anxious for a chance to rest my weary wings
Longin' for romance that only your love brings
Thinkin' bout your arms your lips such lovely things
Your roamin' homin' pidgeon's rollin' home

Gone gone gone I've been gone too long...

I've seen all the wonders of this big wide world
Followed nature's beauty with my arms unfurled
Now my arms are achin' for the only girl
Could make this roamin' pidgeon head for home

There'd been many storms we've had to weather dear
But remember we're birds of a feather dear
Now I'm comin' home to roost forever near
Your roamin' homin' pidgeon's rollin' home

Gone gone gone I've been gone too long...
Your roamin' homin' pidgeon's headin' home
Your roamin' homin' pidgeon's headin' home
Your roamin' homin' pidgeon's headin' home
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4.

LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND

(Bobby Bond)
« © '70 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
Drivin' down the road from New Mexico
I think I's headed down 66
I got a heart full of woman and a six pack to go
Sittin' next to me on the seat
Way back behind me was a pretty little woman
Of blessed the ties that bind
She had me in a knoose but I finally broke loose
And I'm leavin' it all behind leavin' it all behind

ICC is a checkin' on me
But I think I can make it thru
With eight forward gears and an over-drive
Ain't nothin' much that I can't do
Turn up the radio turn down the heat
And hear them big wheels whine
Easy and free they're a carryin' me
And I'm leavin' it all behind
Leavin' it all behind

Thinkin' back on it you know she wasn't half bad
And I'll always remember the good times that we had
But to understand a truck drivin' man
You gotta know how he thinks
The only thing he loves is a runnin' the road
And stoppin' somewhere for a drink
So all you women before you fall for a man who's the movin' kind
Be prepared to lose when it looks to you like he's leavin' it all behind
Leavin' it all behind
[ guitar ] Thinkin' back on it you know she wasn't half bad...

Be prepared to lose when it looks to you like he's leavin' it all behind
Leavin' it all behind
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5.

COASTLINE CHARLIE

(Larry Kingston)
« © '70 Careers Music, BMI »
It's hard for me to remember back but I think they named me Charlie Black
The doctor said I'd die but I lived somehow
Now they've changed my name but not my luck the Black is gone but Charlie stuck
Coastline Charlie is what they call me now

I was hatched in Tennessee but that didn't mean a thing to me
Soon as I could walk I aimed it south
I thumb my way to New Orleans to try my luck with the Cajun queens
And Coastline Charlie is what they call me now

Coastline Charlie is my name at least that's how they pegged me
And I wouldn't change it back again even if the good Lord begged me
The only place I can be found is on the courtin' side of a Portland town
And Coastline Charlie's what they call me now
[ guitar ] Yes you could say I'm the rowdy sort I got a pet in ev'ry port
And I'll do anything that time allows
Up and down the coastal lines I've upped and down 'em many a time
And Coastline Charlie is what they call me now

Now when I die please humor me and take my body out to sea
And drop me in as close as law allows
Cause by and by the tide might bring me in to shore for one more fling
And Coastline Charlie is what they call me now

Coastline Charlie is my name at least that's how they pegged me...
And Coastline Charlie is what they call me now
And Coastline Charlie is what they call me now
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6.

ROCKY TOP

(Boudleaux Bryant - Felice Bryant)
« © '67 House Of Bryant, BMI »
Wish that I was on ole Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top half bear the other half cat
Wild as a mink but sweet as sody pop I still think about that

Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home to me
Good ole Rocky Top Rocky Top Tennessee
Rocky Top Tennessee

Once two strangers climbed ole Rocky Top lookin' for a moonshine still
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get their corn from a jar

Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home to me...
[ banjo - steel ] I've had years of cramped up city life trapped like a duck in a pen
All I know is it's a pity life can't be simple again

Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home to me...
Rocky Top Tennessee
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7.

LONESOME ROAD

(Gene Austin - Nat Shilkret)
« © '55 Paramount Music, ASCAP / Nathaniel Shilkret Music, ASCAP »
Look down look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Well look up look up and meet your Maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn

Life gets weary totin' such a load
Travelin' down that lonesome road
Look down look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
[ piano ] Life gets weary totin' such a load...
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8.

GOLDEN GIRL

(Dolly Parton)
« © '70 Velvet Apple Music, BMI »
Her hair was the color of the golden summer sun
Her skin like golden wheat at harvest time
Her eyes were as clear as the cool mountain stream
Her lips the shade of cherries at pickin' time

Her soul was as pure as the Sunday morning silence
Her innocence as sweet as a baby's smile
And never had the hands of a man caressed her body
No evil in the silent world of Golden Girl

I called her Golden Girl because I did not know her name
Her lips had never spoke a single word
And her ears had never heard the sounds of the outside world
And the love words that I spoke she never heard

She could not hear nor speak but her eyes would question me
She did not understand my need as I would hold her
But there was no way I could take any of the good
From the untouched silent world of Golden Girl

Though I wanted her so much I could not bring myself to touch
The sacred innocence of one so pure
So I left her where I found her in the silence that surrounds her
Twas better to have left her than to take her I am sure
And I strayed for a while in the silent world of Golden Girl

Though I wanted her so much I could not bring myself to touch...
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9.

WAITING FOR A TRAIN

(Jimmie Rodgers)
« © '29 Peer International, BMI »
All around the water tank waiting for a train
A thousand miles away from home sleepin' in the rain
I walked up to a brakeman to give him a line of talk
He says if you've got money I'll see that you don't walk
I haven't got a nickel not a penny can I show
Get off get off you railroad bum and he slammed the boxcar door
[ steel ] They put me off in Texas a state I dearly love
The wide open spaces all around me the moon and stars up above
Nobody seems to want me or lend me a helpin' hand
I'm on my way from Frisco I'm goin' back to Dixieland
My pocketbook is empty my heart is full of pain
For I'm a thousand miles away from home waiting for a train
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10.

WATERMELON MAN

(Don Wayne)
« © '70 Tree Publishing, BMI »
We loaded all our melons in the wagon Monday evenin'
Day break Tuesday me and Pa was Springfield bound
Papa's took along a great big gallon jug of white corn whiskey
To quench his thirst and wash the road dirt down

Halfway to Springfield we came to a place called Ruby's tavern
Papa said we'd better rest the mule a while
So I hitched Sam to a shade tree Papa grabbed a watermelon
And walked in the tavern with a great big smile

I stayed by the wagon waitin' and it sure got aggravatin'
When Pa staggered outside holdin' Ruby's hands
And when he gave her more watermelon I heard miss Ruby tell him
That he was her favorite watermelon man

Then we got back on the wagon and we headed out toward Springfield
Pa was singin' the mean Mule Skinner Blues
Then we came upon a lady pickin' berries by the roadside
Papa said whoa Sam hello ma'am how are you

Then he said my name is Dan ma'am and I'm a Watermelon man ma'am
Got melons for sell and would you care for a few
She said well I might like some but tell me do you plug 'em
Pa winked at me and say indeed I do

I was just a boy of thirteen and nobody's fool by no means
I went huntin' for some drinkin' water for me and Sam
And when I got back to the wagon Pa was laughin' and a braggin'
Of the women callin' him Watermelon man

When we came to Johnson's Long Hill ol' Sam got kinda lazy
Pa said come here mule but Sam he refused
So he grabbed his black snake whip and brought it hard down on sam's hind side
and done another verse of the mean Mule Skinner Blues

We rolled on into Springfield with Pa singin' and a yellin'
The sheriff met us there but Papa showed no fear
He said why hello sheriff grab yourself a watermelon
Like the big one that I gave your wife last year

The sheriff stood there slack jaw with Pa's words stuck in his craw
He grinned real big and shook my father's hand
He said I like you're way of tradin' could I joined in your operatin'
And be your partner Watermelon man
Yeah ev'rybody loved the Watermelon man
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