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Porter Wagoner

Porter

RCA Victor APL1-2432
1977

Produced by Bob Ferguson

Cover image of Porter

James Colvard, Dave Kirby, Ray Edenton - guitar
Lloyd Green - dobro
Joe Allen, Bobby Dyson - bass
Jerry Carrigan, Kenny Malone - drums
Bobby Thompson - banjo
Hargus Pig Robbins, Charles Cochran - piano/keyboards
Recorded:
Dec/1976, Jack Clement Studio, Nashville

1.

Don't This Road Look Rough And Rocky

Lester Flatt - Earl Scruggs

© Peer Int, BMI

Darling I have come to tell you
Though it almost breaks my heart
But before the morning darling
We'll be many miles apart

Don't the road look rough and rocky
Don't the sea look wide and deep
Don't my baby look the sweetest
When she's in my arms asleep

Don't you hear the nightbirds crying
Far across the deep blue sea
While of others you are thinking
Won't you sometimes think of me

Don't the road look rough and rocky
Don't that sea look wide and deep
Don't my baby look the sweetest
When she's in my arms asleep
[ instrumental ]
One more kiss before I leave you
One more kiss before we part
I have caused you lots of trouble
Darling I have broke your heart

Don't the road look rough and rocky...

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2.

Hand Me Down My Walking Cane

Dave Kirby

© Tree Pub, BMI


*****

3.

Childhood Playground

Porter Wagoner

© Porter Music, BMI

Take me far across the wide Missouri
To reach where wild oak trees grow tall and slim
To little hillside farm in Hopewell County
Let me seem my childhood playground once again

When I was just a child I played for hours
On the banks of Southport Creek not far away
Skipping rocks across the water running barefoot through the meadow
Watching daddy work the fields of new mown hay

So take me far across the wide Missouri...
[ instrumental ]
Now mom would always tell me young man don't you go swimmin'
Cause son there's turtles over in that creek they're mean as sin
But I slipped far away behind the willows then off comin' over rolls
Then as naked as jailbird I jumped in

So take me far across the wide Missouri...
So take me far across the wide Missouri...

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4.

The Funky Grass Band

Red Lane - Dottie West

© Tree Pub, BMI

A small town in Kentucky that's called Hazzard
Has been known to lay some talent on this land
Gave birth to a group that's really happenin'
Eli Stubbs and his Funky Grass Band

Now the Funky Grass Band hits the stage a grinnin'
Their pickin' really turns a body on
Now I don't think the band makes too much money
Cause they been seen a smokin' roll your own

And the yellow bus come wheelin' down the highway
Headin' for another one night stand
With the women screemin' faint and throw their the babies
And Eli Stubbs and his Funky Grass Band
[ instrumental ]
Now Eli's a little older and short and stubby
And he's bald as an eagle in the back
But he kept it hid from all the friends and neighbors
One night the band got high and smoked his hat

So Eli bought himself a brand new toupet
It was long and shaggy and sorta orangey red
One night the fiddle player was at the microphone
He bowed that rug right off the Eli's head

The yellow bus come wheelin' down the highway...

One night they were a traveling through the Ozarks
And Eli had the answer nature's call
He told the driver to find a fillin' station
Man I gotta see a man about a dog

They drove on from miles around the mountain
Eli finally hollered hey just stop here anyway
Well driver pulled too close to the canyon
And Eli almost ended his career

The yellow bus come wheelin' down the highway...
Eli Stubbs and his Funky Grass Band

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5.

Walking In That California Sunshine

Ray Pennington

© Tree Pub, BMI


*****

6.

(# 76 country hit)

I Haven't Learned A Thing

Sonny Throckmorton

© Tree Pub, BMI

with Merle Haggard

Daddy preached the word in Texas when I was just a very tiny boy
When a songbook and a Bible to me was just another church-pew toy
And I learned to pick the guitar with those gospel songs that we always sang
Yes heard ten thousand songs but Lord I guess I didn't learn a thing

I was pickin' in a nightclub just before I saw my 19th year
I was pickin' and a singin' learnin' that I loved to drink that beer...
Oh my mom tried to tell me all the sorrow that drinkin' that stuff would bring
And it must have been it a thousand times Lord I guess I never learned a thing

I haven't learned a thing oh I haven't learned a thing
I'm still lookin' for the answer Lord I guess I haven't learned a thing

By the time that I reached thirty my hands would shake too much to make the chords
And if I took the remedy the songs I sang they were just a bunch of words
Now I'm singin' in a mission the ol' time songs my papa used to sing
I'm still lookin' for the answer and Lord I guess I didn't learn a thing

I haven't learned a thing oh I haven't learned a thing
But I'm still lookin' for the answer Lord I guess I haven't learned a thing
Yes I'm still lookin' for the answer God I guess I haven't learned a thing

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7.

The Arizona Whiz

Max D. Barnes - Harlan Sanders

© Warner-Tamerlane Pub, BMI


*****

8.

Ruby Jones

Ritchie Adams - Mark Barkan

© Galahd Music, BMI


*****

9.

Crumbs From Another Man's Table

Billy Graham

© Sublime Music, BMI


*****

10.

An Old Log Cabin For Sale

J.W. Payte

© Power Play Music, BMI

While strolling along in the country reviewing the scenes new and old
I found an old fashioned log cabin so beautiful there to behold
A stranger was standing in silence his eyes firmly fixed on the door
My heart ached in pity to see him for these were the words that it bore

And the sign read An Old Log Cabin For Sale an ol' oaken bucket and well
Easy terms just keep a log on the fire and a light burning bright in the dell
Many years an old couple so patiently looked for their boy whose last promise did fail
Now the old rocking chair will be rocking no more there's an old log cabin for sale
[ instrumental ]
A welcome I read on the floormat an old braided rug by the door
The hands of an angel had made it with many a prayer prayed before
In an old rocking chair on she waited for one glimpse of him how she yearned
But now he was standing in silence too late yes too late he'd returned

And the sign read An Old Log Cabin For Sale an ol' oaken bucket and well...

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