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(# 35 top country album)

Recorded:
Dec/1968, Bradley's Barn, Mount Juliet
© Blue Grass Music, BMI
You are my special angel sent from up above
The Lord smiled down on me and sent an angel to love
You are my special angel right from paradise
I know that you're an angel heaven is in your eyes
The smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine
The tears from your eyes brings the rain
I feel your touch your warm embrace and I'm in heaven again
You are my special angel through eternity
I'll have my special angel here to watch over me
Here to watch over me
**********
© Cedarwood Pub, BMI
I wanna go home I wanna go home
Oh Lord I wanna go home
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
And I dreamed about the girl that's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go home
Oh Lord I wanna go home
[ instrumental ]
Now the home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine
By day I make the cars and by night I'm a making the bars
Lord if only they could read between the lines
As you know I rode a long black freight train way up north to Detroit City
But after all these years I find that well I've just been wastin' my time
But you know what I think I'm gonna do folks I'm gonna take my foolish pride
And put it on a Southbound freight and ride
I wanna go home I wanna go home
Oh Lord I wanna go home
**********
© Warden Music, BMI
Carroll County's pointed out as kinda square
The biggest thing that happens is the county fair
I guess that's why it seems like such a big event
What we all call the Carroll County accident
The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter Browning lost his life and for a while
It seemed that Mary Ellen Jones would surely die
But she lived long enough for her to testify
Now Walter Browning was a happy married man
He wore a golden wedding ring upon his hand
But it was gone nobody knew just where it went
He lost it in the Carroll County accident
Mary Ellen testified he flagged her down
Said he was sick and could she drive him into town
And no one even doubted what she said was true
Cause she was well respected in the county too
I went down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats the broken glass the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubber band
And inside the ring from Walter Browning's hand
It took a while to figure out just what it meant
The truth about the Carroll County accident
By dark of night I dropped the ring into a well
And took a sacred oath that I would never tell
The truth about the Carroll County accident
Cause the county ordered dead a marble monument
I lost him in the Carroll County accident
I lost him in the Carroll County accident
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© Wilderness Music, BMI
May the fruit of my toil be yours love
May the food from my soil be yours love
And from this moment on may a love that is strong
And lives on and on be yours love
May the sons that I raise be yours love
May the comforts I praise be yours love
If I ever get weak may the love words I speak
And the arms that I seek be yours love
May the Lord's shining grace be yours love
May the happiest face be yours love
May the last fingertips that touch these two lips
As life from me slips be yours love
[ instrumental ]
May the last fingertips that touch these two lips
As life from me slips be yours love
**********
© Cedarwood Pub, BMI
I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and times were bad
But there's a silver lining behind every cloud
Just poor people that's all we were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of black land dirt
We'd get together in a family circle sing out loud
(Daddy sang bass mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singing seems to help a troubled soul
One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne
No the circle won't be broken by and by Lord by and by
(Daddy sang bass mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother would join right in there
In the sky Lord in the sky
[ instrumental ]
Now I remember after work mama would call in all of us
You could hear us singing for a country mile
Now little brother has done gone on
I'll rejoin him in a song
We'll be together again up yonder in a while
(Daddy sang bass mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother would join right in there...
In the sky Lord in the sky
**********
© Sawgrass Music, BMI
Love ain't gonna die I'm gonna have to kill it
When she left me I thought in awhile love would die away
It's been a long long time now and love still lives today
So I've reached this one conclusion I think is a gonna seal it
Love ain't gonna die I'm gonna have to kill it
[ instrumental ]
The poison's right in front of me bartender don't you spill it
When my glass is empty drop back and refill it
Love ain't gonna die I'm gonna have to kill it
So stand another bottle up pop the top again
That's the sound that'll get it down it ain't got a chance to win
That sparklin' bubblin' licker is just the thing that'll chill it
Love ain't gonna die I'm gonna have to kill it
Love ain't gonna die I'm gonna have to kill it...
Love ain't gonna die I'm gonna have to kill it
**********
(# 10 country hit)
© Earl Barton Music, BMI
Cross the table over coffee just this mornin'
My woman caught me by surprise without a warnin'
She said honey you talked in your sleep
And then she began to weep
As she said tell me now and tell me truly
Who's Julie
With a blank look on my face I searched my mind
For an answer or excuse of some kind
But the words wouldn't come and my mind was blank
Slowly my head just sank
When she said honey you know I love you truly
But who's Julie
Oh Julie what's this hold you've got on me
On my mind in my dreams you know you shouldn't be
There Julie
I'd like to say Julie's just a friend of mine
But I know that would not satisfy your mind
You see Julie gave me somethin' you did not
She remembered what you forgot
And honey I'm sorry I have to tell you so cruely
But now you know and don't you ever ask me again
Who's Julie mhm
**********
© Sawgrass Music, BMI
They say my tears come from the bottle
That stands beside me all the time
But I wonder if they know the sorrow
That always overtakes the wine
I drink to find forgetful valleys
Where I can leave old memories behind
But always just before I reach them
Sorrow overtakes the wine
[ instrumental ]
These tears can find me when I'm sober
They're quick to show up anytime
And I always try to drink them under
But sorrow overtakes the wine
I drink to find forgetful valleys...
Sorrow overtakes the wine
**********
© Milene Music, 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
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 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
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
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 he never got a kiss...
**********
© Glen Campbell Music, BMI
Maybe tomorrow I won't come home
Maybe you won't even care
At seven you'll throw a kiss toward the door
And smile at my empty chair
For there's nothing here for a man to cling to
Nothing to keep me at home
Only a girl that's a stranger to me
Breathing on flames that are gone
Home isn't where I hang up my hat every night
And home isn't anything like cold arms
Holding me tight that's not right
And home isn't some place to go
Just to feel all alone that's not home
Maybe you might never see me again
Maybe that's the best way
I'll join myself to some south blowing wind
Leave here and find my own way
And maybe I'll find home someday
**********
© Newkeys Music, BMI
The man who preached the funeral say it really was a simple way to die
He lay to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes
And 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've drunk a case of beer
I guess I oughta go and watch them put him down but I don't own the suit
And anyway when they start talkin' about 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
Anyway when they're all through I've got to go to work and mow the grass
Here they come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny limousine
Look at all that chrome I do believe that that's the sharpest thing I've seen
That must belong to his rich 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 that his truck is up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too much behind a veil
Listen ain't that pretty when the bugler plays the military taps
I think that's when you's in the war they always hide and play a song like that
Well here I am and there they go and I guess you'd just call it my bad luck
I hope he'll rest in peace but trouble is the fellow owes me forty bucks
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