RUNNING WILD
(United Artists UAS-6643)
April/1968
Produced by Bob Montgomery
Recorded in Nashville
1.
WILD BLOOD
(Jerry Chesnut)
« © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Some men may leave their children wealth and worldly things
But all my papa left me is wobbled in my veins
The town folk's cried desertion but mama I don't know
Son don't hate your papa papa had to go
Cause papa had wild blood papa's not to blame
Wild blood can drive a man insane
There's no resisting wild blood like a storm of wind and rain
And I can feel the wild blood flowing in my veins
I'm writing you this letter darling trying to explain
Inside me flows a river wobbled in my veins
If I can ever satisfy this longing I'll be free
If I can ever calm the storms that rage inside of me
Then I'll come looking for you and take you by the hand
Until that day I hope and pray you'll try to understand
That papa had wild blood papa's not to blame...
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2.
ANOTHER PLACE ANOTHER TIME
(Jerry Chesnut)
« © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
One by one they're turning out the lights
I've been feedin' that jukebox just to hold you tight
Guess it's for the best I just put in my last dime
Heard you whisper we'd meet me again another place another time
The chairs are stacked all over tables and it's closing time they say
I could wait right here forever if they'd only let me stay
Anywhere would be much better than that lonely room of mine
And the sleepless nights are waiting for another place another time
Won't that room of mine be a lonely place to be
After I've been holding you so close to me
Won't that old stairway be a little hard to climb
To my lonely room to wait for another place another time
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3.
PRETTY WOMANITIS
(Jerry Chesnut)
« © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Chasing skirts pretty faces takes me to the darnest places
Gets me into more trouble than a man can believe
Lyin' here awake when I oughta be sleeping
Thinkin' about the harvest that needs reaping
My sickness started looking like a fatal disease
Oh I've got pretty womanitis and it's a gonna get me down
There just ain't enough of me to start to go around
I guess I'll die a trying even though that's plain to see
This old world's full of women there's only one of me
Booze ain't never been my weakness
I ain't complained about too much sickness
Cigarettes I can take 'em or leave 'em anytime I choose
I may be broke but payday's Friday and I'll have the money to burn
But when it comes to pretty women Lord I guess I'll never learn
Oh I've got pretty womanitis and it's a really getting rough
They outnumber men six to one as if that ain't enough
Men just keep gettin' married and the thing they fail to see
It takes one off the market but leaves five more for me
Oh I've got pretty womanitis and it's a gonna get me down...
This old world's full of women there's only one of me
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4.
LEST WE FORGET
(Del Reeves)
« © '68 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »
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5.
WONDERFUL WORLD OF WOMEN
(Wayne P. Walker - Eddie Miller - Bobby Sykes)
« © '67 Cedarwood Publishing, BMI »
I'm living in the wonderful world of women
Loving every minute night and day
I'm living in the wonderful world of women
And when I go I wanna go that way
There's nothing in this world like a sweet young thing
With two loving arms to hold me tight
I wanna hug and kiss her till my heart strings break
I couldn't careless if it's wrong or right
I'm living in the wonderful world of women...
[ guitar - steel ]
The girls will find me ready I don't need a shove
To learn new lessons that I should be taught
If some sweet young thing should set a trap for me
She'll always find me willing to get caught
I'm living in the wonderful world of women...
And when I go I wanna go that way
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6.
ANYTHING GOES FOR THE LOVE OF ROSE
(Ray Pennington - Johnny Slate)
« © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
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7.
TAKE A LITTLE GOOD WILL HOME
(Jerry Chesnut)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Well I've always been a real free hearted kind of a feller
I've been known to give away the shirt right off of my back
To buy drinks and dance with every little girl that looks so lonely
A little common sense is about the only thing I lack
I just stopped here to drink one beer on a payday
I got to a feelin' real good the way a workin' man should about five
Now my money's all gone I've gotta go home to my baby
And she thinks I'm about the greatest little man alive
Bus she's been telling me that charity begins at home
And saying Willy if you're gonna be late at least phone
One man good will industry she's been a callin' me
And sayin' Willy you oughta bring a little good will home
[ guitar ]
Well I should have known better than to listen to you bartenders
But when advice is free it's all a fool like me can afford
And after listenin' to you I feel a whole lot worse instead of better
I could blame it on the talkin' but it might have been the drinks you poured
And now you're telling me that charity begins at home...
And sayin' Willy you sure took a little good will home
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8.
MY CAN DO CAN'T KEEP UP WITH MY WANT TO
(Nat Stuckey)
« © '67 Tree Publishing, BMI »
It's sad but true and some day it'll happen to you
When your can do can't keep up with your want to
I ain't never been much of a lover it never really bothered me none
With the whole world full of adorable women I figured I could get me one
But lately I've got a problem and I don't know what to do
You see my can do can't keep up with my want to
My want to wants me to do everything I used to do
But my can do can't keep up with your want to
[ guitar - steel ]
I met a Dolly in a roadside tavern of the time and the place was just right
We had a table in the corner where the lights were low
And the band was picking out of sight
We were dancing to a fast little ditty but before I got half through
I found my can do can't keep up with my want to
My want to wants me to...
It's sad but true and some day it'll happen to you
When your can do can't keep up with your want to
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9.
SON OF HICKORY HOLLER'S TRAMP
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '67 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leadin' to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger
Yes I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
The corn was dry the weeds were high when daddy took the drinking
Then him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran away
Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children
I swear you'll never see a hungry day
When mama sacrificed her pride the neighbors started talking
But I was much too young to understand the things they said
The things that mattered most of all was mama's chicken dumplings
And the goodnight kiss before we went to bed
Oh the path was deep and wide...
When daddy left then destitution came upon our family
Not one neighbor volunteered to lend a helping hand
So let them gossip all they want she loved us and she raised us
The proof is standing here the full grown man
Last summer mama passed away and left the ones who loved her
Each and every one is more than grateful for their birth
Each Sunday she receives the fresh bouquet of fourteen roses
And the card that reads the greatest mom on earth
Oh the path was deep and wide...
Yes I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
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10.
YOUR LILY WHITE HANDS
(Ray Griff)
« © '67 Helene Blue Musique, ASCAP »
Just as long as I've been knowing you you've been like a saint
Filling my head with the sound of mission bells
But it's all been just a show with you that's just what you ain't
I was there the night your halo fell fell
You got a little bitty dirt on your lily white hands
Caused me a whole lotta hurt that I just can't stand
I caught you wadin' in muddy water nessin' with a dark haired man
You got a little bitty dirt on your lily white hands
[ guitar - steel ]
Like every fool I took my chances by taking you back
I still believed that you were pure and sweet
But I just saw you dishin' out glances and making a pass
At some guy while walking down the street
You got a little bitty dirt on your lily white hands...
You got a little bitty dirt on your lily white hands...
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11.
IF I LIVED HERE (I'D BE HOME NOW)
(Bill Anderson)
« © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
You don't know how I've enjoyed these past few hours
The candle light the dinner and the drinks
Your lips were never quite so warm and tender
I hold you close and I can't help but think
If I lived here I'd be home now
I'd take off my shoes lie down and just relax
If I lived here I'd be home now
But I don't and he does and he'll soon be coming back
[ steel ]
I wish that was my name on your mailbox
I could play and tussle with the kids
We'd all dress up for church on Sunday morning
Oh why did he meet you before I did
If I lived here I'd be home now
We could stay like this forever and a day
If I lived here I'd be home now
But I don't and he does and I'd best be on my way
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