lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

I'M NOT THE BOY I USED TO BE

(Curly Putman)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Dear mama I'm coming home tomorrow
If you don't mind would you meet me at the train
Dear mama my wandering days are over
And it's so good to be coming home again

Dear mama we'll walk the fields together
And through the valley we will stroll hand in hand
And I just can't wait to see you and touch the soil of home so clean
But mama I'm not the boy I used to be

For I've been gone away too long I've done everything that's wrong
But I think I've finally found myself at last
And just you wait and see another chance is all I need
But mama I'm not the boy I used to be

You see mama I've spent time in prison
For a crime that is bad that I'm too ashamed to tell
And when you meet me there tomorrow don't be surprised at what you'll see
For mama I'm not the boy I used to be

For I've been gone away too long...
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2.

HUMMIN' A HEARTACHE

(Curly Putman)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Humm hummm hummm hummm hummm hummm

Well I'm hummin' a heartache since she's gone
Talkin' to a teardrop all night long
Walkin' with a mem'ry that I can't shake
Walkin' and a talkin' and a hummin' a heartache
Humm hummm hummm hummm hummm hummm

Well I'm courtin' mis'ry in this dark room
Singin' pain in perfect tune
Holdin' on to lonely so my heart won't break
Walkin' and a talkin' and a hummin' a heartache
Humm hummm hummm hummm hummm hummm

When you're new love's no longer new
When old lonesome catches up with you
You'll know the hurt I've had to take
When you're walkin' and a talkin' and a hummin' a heartache
Humm hummm hummm hummm hummm hummm
Humm hummm hummm hummm hummm hummm
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3.

GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME

(Curly Putman)
« © '65 Tree Publishing, BMI »
The ole hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
And down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

The ole house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that ole oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to meet me arms reaching smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize yes I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad ole Padre
Arm in arm we're gonna walk at day break
When again I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that ole oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home
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4.

HURTIN' LIKE A HEARTACHE

(Curly Putman)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
There's a hurtin' inside somethin' like a heartache
A hurtin' so deep that I can't keep from cryin' a lot
And it's hard to take
Somethin' inside a hurtin' like a heartache

I knew when she left that I'd hurt somewhere
I didn't know where I just knew I'd miss her
Now the hurtin' is gettin' a whole lot worse
And I think for certain it's gonna get worser

There's a hurtin' inside somethin' like a heartache...

There's a hurtin' inside somethin' like a heartache...

I figured when I found myself another
The pain would end left over from my other love
When night time comes it all starts in again
It starts in my heart and leaves my head a spinnin'

There's a hurtin' inside somethin' like a heartache...
There's a hurtin' inside somethin' like a heartache...
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5.

MY ELUSIVE DREAMS

(Billy Sherrill - Curly Putman)
« © '66 Tree Publishing, BMI »
You followed me to Texas you followed me to Utah
We didn't find it there so we moved on
Then you went with me to Alabam things looked good in Birmingham
We didn't find it there so we moved on

I know you're tired of following my elusive dreams and schemes
For they're only fleeting things my elusive dreams

You had my child in Memphis then I heard of work in Nashville
We didn't find it there so we moved on
To a small farm in Nebraska to a coal mine in Alaska
But we didn't find it there so we moved on

Now we've left Alaska because there was no gold mine
But this time only two of us moves on
And now all we have is each other and a little mem'ry to cling to
And still you won't let me go on alone

I know you're tired of following my elusive dreams and schemes
For they're only fleeting things my elusive dreams
For they're only fleeting things my elusive dreams
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6.

RIGHT STRAIGHT IN THE EYE

(Curly Putman)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
I'd just as soon be strung up by my thumbs
I'd just as soon someone cut out my tongue
Than to stand and see what I saw you do last night
Yes I stood and looked reality right straight in the eye

I'd much rather walk on red hot coals of fire
I'd rather be feathered with coal black tar
Than to see you as you really are for the first time in my life
Yes I stood and looked reality right straight in the eye

Reality was your arms locked around him
And his hands on you so familar where they shouldn't be
And that wanting look there on your face made me want to die
As I stood and looked reality right straight in the eye
As I stood and looked reality right straight in the eye
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7.

JAILBIRDS CAN'T FLY

(Curly Putman)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Oh what I'd give to be with my Marie
To hold her close and walk again through meadows green
To see again the tender love light shining from her eyes
To walk among the ones I love but jailbirds can't fly

Oh what I'd give to see my old dad and mom
It seems that I can hear them saying hurry home my son
I can feel the soft lips of my Marie as we kissed goodbye
and I long to fly straight to her arms but jailbirds can't fly

No it can't be no not for me
These walls are too high and jailbirds can't fly

Tomorrow when dawn comes and they sit me in that chair
Soon I'll be with my Marie but I'll no longer care
Then they'll place me on that big silver plane that sails the homeward skies
but from the walls of that pinebox jailbirds can't fly

No it can't be no not for me...
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8.

UNTOUCHABLE YOU

(Curly Putman)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Your love is a butterfly elusively flying
Your kiss is fleeting as the wind
Unbelievable me keeps foolishly trying
Knowing I may not win

Untouchable you why do I keep on trying
To touch the untouchable you
But here I am unbareably lonely
As I reach for and cry for untouchable you

Your arms are always crazily reaching
For horizons much higher than mine
Uncontrollable love for something so fleeting
Is driving me out of my mind

Untouchable you why do I keep on trying...
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9.

SET ME FREE

(Curly Putman)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
If you think you've had enough if you think our life's been rough
Why not take your loveline off of me
And set me free
If you think our love's all wrong and you feel the fire is gone
If I'm not what you'd like for me to be
Then set me free

Set me free and let me fly like a blue bird flying high
Release the chains that bind me to Thee
Set me free

But your kind likes to hold on on to love until it grows cold
And you know you've helt on much too long to me
So set me free set me free

Set me free and let me fly...
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10.

WHAT I'D GIVE (TO BE THE WIND)

(Curly Putman - Red Lane)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
I watch the wind blow brown leaves to the ground
And blow 'em on the sidewalks of this town
I can see the wind as it blew her hair time and time again
Oh what I'd give to be the wind

Oh what I'd give to be the wind
To be free to leave this awful place I'm in
It's hopeless cause I haven't got a penny or a friend
Oh what I'd give to be the wind

The same wind tomorrow will be gone
To blow across the cotton fields of home
It will gently touch the lovely face I long to touch again
Oh what I'd give to be the wind

Oh what I'd give to be the wind...
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