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(# 38 top country album)

Wayne Moss, Chip Young, George McCormick - guitar
Don Warden - guitar/steel
Pete Drake, Lloyd Green - steel/dobro
Buck Trent - el.banjo
Roy Huskey, Speck Rhodes - bass
Jerry Carrigan - drums
Mack Magaha - fiddle
Hargus Pig Robbins - piano/organ
Vocals:
Dolores Edgin, Hurshel Wigington, June Page, Anita Carter
Recorded:
Apr/1969, RCA Victor Studio, Nashville
© Porter Music, BMI
[Don Warden]
Don came into my world when I had just first begun
He stuck with me in the hard old days
And I think as much of him as I do my own son
He built me up when I was down and the way was hard to find
But he was on my side in all that we tried
And sometimes we wouldn't even have a dime
[Speck Rhodes]
Ha ha Speck came next
And with him brought his happiness to me
And he'd never fail to cheer me up
With his chequered suit and his comedy
You know sometimes the crowds were so small
They wouldn't hardly laugh at all
But ol' Speck didn't mind
He'd worked just as hard as if he was in Carnegie Hall
[Buck Trent]
Times were still rough when I hired Buck
And he added so much with his banjo
He worked mighty mighty hard even when we were tired
Cause he believed in me and the show
I explained at the start that times would be hard
And that there wouldn't be much pay
But he said I can take it cause you're gonna make it
And I know there'll be pay someday
[George McCormick]
Then George came with us
And added his touch of rhythm to brighten the show
His singing is so fine and he smiles all the time
And helps shorten the hours on the road
He never complains about the work or the strain
He's happy to do his part
And George like al the others has a special place in my heart
[Mack Magaha]
Mack came then and brought with him
Much color to add to the show
He wins the hearts of every crowd
No matter where we go
He fiddles around from town to town
And dances all the while
Together we've worked many many shows
And traveled many miles
[Jerry Carrigan]
The drums of Little Jack put the final touch
To complete my band that I admire so much
You know every man has something
That he's proud of and enjoys
But no man could be as proud of anything
As I am of my boys
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© Warden Music, BMI
Along about 18-and-25
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would've got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a ridin' on the Tennessee Stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of these brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fud
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniards bold
Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Me and a gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee Stud
(The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud)
Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be
A dreamin' of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue
Cause he was dreamin' of his sweetheart too
We loped right on across Arkansas
I whipped her brother and whipped her pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
And she was a ridin' on the Tennessee Mare
Stirrup to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
And the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
A pretty little baby and the cabin floor
A little horse colt playin' round the door
I love the girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loved the Tennessee Mare
The Tennessee Stud was long and lean...
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(# 3 country hit)
© Tree Pub, BMI
From daylight till dusk we've been a workin' in the dust
Pickin' cotton workin' side by side
Well I can't forget yes I remember yet
The way my daddy looked at me and cried
Big wind's a comin' listen to the hummin'
Hurry up son be quick don't stall
You know we can't be slow take the kids and get below
If we don't hurry it'll surely get us all
Well I ran across the field so scared my lips were sealed
To warn my mom the storm is on its way
Well I knew I'd won my race when I saw my mamy's face
And the way she looked at me and said
Big wind's a comin' listen to the hummin'...
Oh but dad was on the cellar and by now the sky was yeller
The wind was a blowin' trees were fallin'
And outside I heard him cryin' and as he lay there dyin'
It seemed I could still hear him callin'
Son big wind's a comin' listen to the hummin'...
Big wind big wind's comin'
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© Cedarwood Pub, BMI
I'm locked behind steel ribbons in a building made of stone
This prison cell will be my home for life
Forgotten men surround me and curse cause they were born
Lord what I'd give to hear a baby cry
If I could hear a baby cry just one more time
I could fight the future locked inside
Some prisoners call for mama and others pray to die
Lord what I'd give to hear a baby cry
[ instrumental ]
They tell me I was drinkin' at that awful time
When baby started cryin' in the night
They say I picked up baby and squeezed him much too tight
What I'd give now to hear a baby cry
If I could hear a baby cry just one more time...
What I'd give now to hear a baby cry
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© Tree Pub, BMI
I've crossed many valleys that I'd always find
Another mountain much higher to climb
I've wasted so much time where the sun never shines
On my way through this world of mine
I've oiled a lot of hinges on a lot of swingin' gates
And I've cored many seeds from some mighty juicy grapes
But I've turned a lot of corners just a little bit too late
On my way through this world of mine
On my way through this world I had to pass your house
So part of my life was wasted there
And I've lived a lot of times on the thin side of a dime
On my way through this world of mine
But if I can crawl back in my cradle and walk this rocky road again
I'd smile at every detour that's waitin' round the bend
Cause you've gotta taste the bitter to appreciate the sweet
It takes the combination to make life complete
I've crossed many valleys that I'd always find...
On my way through this world of mine
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© Careers BMG Music, BMI
Lay down your weapons of the war
Peace on earth begins today
I dreamed last night a dream so real
About a blood drenched battlefield
With weapons aimed and set to kill
A perfect stranger on the hill
Then something made me hesitate
A voice I swear I heard say wait
And there before me stood a man
In snow white robe without stretched hands
Lay down your weapons of the war
You will not need them anymore
Bow down and stead your head and pray
Peace on earth begins today
I saw the man I nearly killed
Throw down his weapons on the hill
Like long lost brothers then we cried
And clambered down the mountain side
And there upon the meadow green
We saw what eyes have never seen
For all the leaders of the lands
Were gathered there shaking hands
And in their midst a stranger strolled
With nail scared hands and a snow white robe
Lay down your weapons of the war...
Peace on earth begins today
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© Cherry Lane Music, ASCAP
So here's to you my ramblin' boy
May all your ramblin' bring you joy
He was a man and a friend always
He stuck by me in the hard old days
He never cared if I had no dough
We rambled round in the rain and snow
So here's to you my ramblin' boy
May all your ramblin' bring you joy
And here's to you my ramblin' boy
May all your ramblin' bring you joy
In Tulsa town we chanced to stray
We thought we'd try and work one day
The boss said he had a room for one
Said my old pal we'd rather bum
So here's to you my ramblin' boy...
Then late one night in a jungle camp
The weather it was cold and damp
And he got the chills and he got 'em bad
I lost the only pal I had
So here's to you my ramblin' boy...
May all your ramblin' bring you joy
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© Fred Rose Music, BMI
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures
Hang scenes that are painted from life
There's pictures of love and of passion
And there's pictures of piece and of strife
There hung pictures of youth and of beauty
And of old age and a blushing young bride
But the saddest of all they don't hung on the wall
They're just the pictures from life's other side
The first scene is that of a gambler
Who had lost all of his money at play
And he draws his dead mother's ring from his finger
That she wore long ago on her wedding day
It's his last earthly treasure but he stakes it
Then he bows his head that in shame he might hide
But when they lifted his head they found he was dead
That's just a picture from life's other side
Now the last scene is that by the river
Of a heartbroken mother and babe
As the harbor lights shine and they shiver
On an outcast whom no one will save
Now yet she was once a true woman
She was somebody's darling and pride
But God help her she leaps and there's no one to weep
That's a picture from life's other side
Just a picture from life's other side someone has fell by the way
A life has gone out with the tide that might have been happy some day
There's a poor old mother at home watching and waiting alone
Just longing to hear from a loved one so dear
Just a picture from life's other side
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© Blue Echo Music, ASCAP
I was barely past the stage of baby bottles
At an age when little legs first start to toddle
When my pa saw I could stand he thought I would be a man
Once I got the feel of blisters on my hands
Shuckin' corn (shuckin' shuckin')
Shuckin' corn (shuckin' shuckin')
Shuckin' corn (shuckin' shuckin') shuckin' corn
From early morning until dusk
We stripped away the blades of husk
Shuckin' corn shuckin' corn
I stood right along beside my two big brothers
And it got so we depended on each other
There was little time for fun underneath the summer sun
And it seemed to me like work was never done
Shuckin' corn (shuckin' shuckin') shuckin' corn
Through the years this life of mine is kinda mellow
I'm the father of a bright eyed little fellow
You ain't seen a closer pair he goes with me everywhere
And you can bet your boots he'll always do his share
A shuckin' corn (shuckin' shuckin')...
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© Velvet Apple Music, BMI
There's nothing unusual about the way my day begins
As I walk up and down the streets with my mailpouch in my hands
I've run this route for years everybody knows my name
Especially at the old folks home which I call the House of Shame
The old folks home is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not always but just about
Except for an accosional letter and they all wait anxiously
With sad eyes that said the question is there anything for me
And I hear their trembling voices as they talk back and forth
I guess the children are just too busy to write
They've got a lot of things to do of course
And I try to cheer 'em up and say things to make 'em feel better
Then I think to myself just how little effort it takes to write a letter
Their old and wrinkled faces and hair as white as snow
And mem'ries locked up in their minds that only they could know
I spent many hours there at the end of each day's run
Tryin' in some way to fill the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of days gone by
And the sadness there at times is so great I can't help but cry
And thought it's reality it seems more like a dream
That some of them have grandchildren that they've never even seen
And I think it's just a shame that the children they have raised
Would put 'em in this House of Shame to spend their later days
So there they sit just waitin' waitin' for letters they never get
Waitin' for children that never come by waitin' just waitin' to die
You see my folks are old now too and we've put 'em in a home
But the difference is they live with us and they'll never be alone
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© Velvet Apple Music, BMI
He's a go-getter go-getter
When his wife gets off from work well he'll go get her
Now I've got a neighbor that lives down the road away
His wife holds down a steady job he don't turn his hand all day
I know that most of you will know the kind I'm talkin' about
The kind that rather than have to work he'd rather do without
But he's a go-getter go-getter
When his wife gets off from work well he'll go get her
There's a group of men in the courthouse yard anytime that you go by
A playin' checkers and a tradin' knives and makin' jokes about their wives
Well they'll wait all week for payday and hope the money's plenty
But the wife that worked those long hard hours never gets a penny
But he's a go-getter go-getter
When his wife gets off from work well he'll go get her
When his wife gets off from work well he'll go get her
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© Combine Music, BMI
I couldn't wait forever did you expect me to
I guess you thought I'd never find somebody new
I lived on dreams and promises as long as I could
I couldn't wait forever the way you thought I would
The lonely nights grew longer as I prayed for time to fly
I lived on hopes that you'd return that's how I got by
The agony of loneliness just got too much for me
I couldn't wait forever needing love so desperately
So I found new lips to kiss me new arms to hold me tight
I found new love and happiness to fill my empty nights
You took my love for granted now my heart has found a new home
I couldn't wait forever forever's just too long
No I couldn't wait forever forever's just too long
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