lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

SOUND OF AN ANGEL'S WINGS

(Conway Twitty) « © '69 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Jenny was the girl that I once called my own
Then came the day my Jenny left me all alone
She died neath the wheels of a midnight train
Trying to find the high school ring
And that's when I first heard the sound of an angel's wings

Oh how my poor heart cried the day they took her away
And then something deep inside me seemed to say
Goodbye my love remember me
I'll wait for you in eternity
And again I heard the sound of an angel's wings
[ guitar ] I slowly walked back to my home down by the sea
And there on the shelf was a picture of my Jenny and me
And I fell to my knees as the teardrops streamed
And I cried oh Lord let it all be a dream
But again I heard the sound of an angel's wings

I ran down to the sea so deep and wide
I just had to be by my darling Jenny's side
And I cried oh Jenny please wait for me
Then jumped into the angry sea
And again I heard the sound of an angel's wings
And the last thing I heard was the sound of my angel's wings
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2.

DARLING YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T LIE

(Red Lane - Wayne Kemp) « © '69 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Here I am late again for the last time
And like I promised I just told her goodbye
Please believe me for this time it's really over
And darling you know I wouldn't lie

Didn't I come and tell you about her
How temptation lured she and I
But now I know it was only fascination
And darling you know I wouldn't lie

I had to led her down easy as slow as I could
After all she's got feelings too
But it took a little longer than I thought it would
But this time she knows we're really through

She wanted to hold me forever
And this lipstick shows her final try
And these tears on my shoulders are provin' that she failed
And darling you know I wouldn't lie
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3.

BALLAD OF FORTY DOLLARS

(Tom T. Hall) « © '68 Newkeys Music, BMI / Unichappell Music, BMI »
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die
He laied down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes
They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs
It took us seven hours and I guess we must have drunk a case of beer

I guess I oughta go and watch 'em put him down but I don't own the suit
And anyway when they start talkin' bout the fire and hell well I get spooked
So I'll just sit here in my truck and act like I don't know him when they pass
And anyway when they're all through I've got to go to work and mow the grass

Well here they come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny limousine
Hmm look at all that chrome I do believe that that's the sharpest thing I've seen
That must belong to his great uncle someone said he owned a big ole farm
When they get parked I'll mosey down and look it over that won't do no harm

Well that must be the widow in the car and would you take a look at that
That sure is a pretty dress you know some women do look good in black
He's not even in the ground and they say his track is up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too much behind a veil

Now listen ain't that pretty when the bugler plays the military taps
I think that when you's in the war they always hired and played a song like that
Well here I am and there they go and I guess you'd call it my bad luck
I hope he'll rest in peace but trouble is that fellow owed me forty bucks
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4.

PAPA SING ME A SONG

(L.E. White - Charles Haney) « © '69 Tree Publishing, BMI »
[ with Charles Haney ]
Every son wants to follow in the footsteps of his dad
That's why my boy is in this cell next to me
Tonight I'll sing him a song about mama and home
For tomorrow he'll meet his destiny

So I'll sing him a song about mama and home
It's all that's kept him from losing his mind
I'll sing him a song about mama and home
But tonight I'll sing my last time

(In the morning at sunrise they're gonna take my boy out to hang
And the scaffold and thirteen steps they built near by my door
But I know that when the warden leads him past my cell
Yes he's gonna say papa sing me a song once more)

Papa sing me a song about mama and home
It's all that's kept me from losing my mind
Papa sing me a song about mama and home
But sing a song to die by this time
Papa sing me a song to die by this time
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5.

WINDOW UP ABOVE

(George Jones) « © '60 Glad Music, BMI / Pappy Daily Music, BMI /
Fort Knox Music, BMI / Trio Music, BMI »
I've been living a new way of life that I love so
But even now the clouds're gathering and the storm will wreck our home
I thought we belonged together that our hearts fit like a glove
I was wrong for I've been watching from the window up above
You must have thought that I was sleeping and I wish that I had been
But it's best to get to know you and the way your heart can sin
For last night he hugged you tightly and you didn't even shove
This is true for I've been watching from the window up above
[ steel ] From my eyes the teardrops started as I listened on and on
I heard you whisper to him softly that our marriage was all wrong
Well I hope he makes you happy that you'll never lose his love
But I was wrong for I've been watching from the window up above
How I wished I could be dreaming and wake up to a love that's true
I was wrong for I've been standing at the window watching you
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6.

TABLE IN THE CORNER

(Conway Twitty) « © '63 Tree Publishing, BMI »
There's a table in the corner of a honky tonk in town
And if you should ever want me there I can be found
There'll be heartache all around me and the blues for company
At the table in the corner where we once used to meet

There'll be two chairs at the table but something won't be right
Cause one chair will be empty just like my arms tonight
Same old faces all around me everything is still the same
But the table in the corner will never share again
[ piano ] Oh I know that I should leave you and start my life anew
But that would mean I have to forget about you
And it's no use I can't forget you so I guess I'll spend my time
At the table in the corner with your sweet love on my mind
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7.

BAD MAN

(Conway Twitty) « © '69 Tree Publishing, BMI »
I have the reputation that's known throughout the land
They say I'm master on the draw of any livin' man
They call me a bad man they say I kill for fun
They say the only thing I know is how to use a gun
But they don't know the reason they branded me as bad
It started many years ago when I was just a lad

I rode into a cattletown a boy of twenty-three
So young and yet that very day I carved my destiny
I walked into the town saloon that sad and faithful day
Then I began to gamble to pass the time away
I thought I played a hand or two then hit the thrill again
But Lady Luck was with me and I began to win

The dealer kept on dealin' the stakes were gettin' high
And pretty soon there was no one left but an old cowboy and I
The minutes seemed like hours you couldn't hear a sound
We've been in race until we'd lay all our money down
The cowboy smiled and showed his hands three aces he did hold
But I laid down the royal flush and reached to claim my gold

The cowboy stood and faced me his hands hung on his hips
A look of hate was in his eyes and the smile had left his lips
He said young man slap leather I'm known for miles around
To keep my reputation about I got to gun you down
White lightnin' speeded through that fire one life will be the cost
The cowboy crumbled to the floor his reputation lost

Now years have come and years have gone and many men have died
He's tried his luck and hoped he'd be the fastest gun alive
And in my many fights to live I wondered if I'd won
I'm known by all the bad men they think I kill for fun
Someday I'll meet the cowboy who's speed will meet the test
And that will in the saga of the bad man of the west
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8.

BAD GIRL

(Conway Twitty) « © '69 Tree Publishing, BMI »
She's not a bad girl she's just a sad girl
Please don't blame her for what she's done to me

I know it doesn't look too good for her
And I suppose she's done the things you say
And I guess it's true I tried more than I should for her
But it's not her fault that she turned out that way
She's not a bad girl...
[ guitar - steel ] Once she was the kind of girl you'd have her be
But I was foolish then and didn't care
The first of us to ever slip around was me
And to place the blame on her just isn't fair
She's not a bad girl...
Please don't blame her for what she's done to me
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9.

WHEN THE GRASS GROWS OVER ME

(Don Chapel) « © '69 Glad Music, BMI / Pappy Daily Music, BMI »
When you left I thought that I would soon get over you
Even told myself that I would find somebody too
Time and tears have come and gone but not your memory
I'll be over you when the grass grows over me

Yes I'll be over you when you're standing over me
And as you look down at the cold cold ground I'm sleeping in
Don't expect to hear me say that I still love you then
Cause I'll be over you when the grass grows over me
[ steel ] Even when my eyes are closed they keep on seeing you
Every minute I'm alive I'm hurting through and through
And as long as I live I know I won't be free
I'll be over you when the grass grows over me
I'll be over you...
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10.

KAW-LIGA

(Hank Williams - Fred Rose) « © '52 Milene Music, ASCAP / Intersong USA, ASCAP »
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knoty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga...

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga...
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11.

HUNGRY EYES

(Merle Haggard) « © '69 Tree Publishing, BMI »
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp
Stands out in this mem'ry I revive
Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard working hands
To try to feed my mama's hungry eyes

He dreamed of something better and my mama's faith was strong
And us kids were just too young to realize
That another class of people put us somewhere just below
One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes

Mama never had the luxuries she wanted
But it wasn't cause my daddy didn't try
She only wanted things she really needed
One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes

I remember daddy praying for a better way of life
But I don't recall a change of any size
Just a little loss of courage as their age began to show
And more sadness in my mama's hungry eyes
Mama never had the luxuries...
Oh I still recall my mama's hungry eyes
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