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(# 3 top country album)

Jerry Kennedy, Wayne Moss, Pete Wade, Billy Byrd, Ray Edenton - guitar
Pete Drake - steel
Henry Strzelecki, Floyd Chance - bass
James Isbell, Helen Price - drums
Floyd Cramer, Hargus Pig Robbins - piano
Harold Ragsdale - organ/vibes
Charlie McCoy - harmonica
Vocals:
Anita Kerr, Dottie Dillard, Louis Nunley, William Wright,
Millie Kirkham, Dolores Dinning
Recorded:
1963-1966, RCA Victor Studio, Nashville
(# 9 country hit)
© Witmark And Sons, ASCAP
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long ways from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number 9 big 707 set to go
But I'm standin' on the grass where the cold winds blow
Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend she's a rolling now at last
Hear the mighty engines roar see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shine
She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down it's no earthly good to me
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a big jet plane like you can an old freight train
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
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© Barricade Music, ASCAP
Sit by my side come as close as the air
Sharin' a memory of grey
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within the circle time parade of changes
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind
Visions of shadows that shine
Till one day I returned
And found they were the victims of the vines of changes
The world's spinning madly it drifts in the dark
Swings through the hollow of haze
A race around the stars
A journey through the universe ablaze with changes
Your tears will be trembling now we're somewhere else
One last cup of wine we will pour
I'll kiss you one more time
And leave you on the rolling river shore of changes
Sit by my side come as close as the air...
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(# 15 country hit)
© Witmark And Sons, ASCAP
Well I got my mail late last night
A letter from a gal who found the time to write
To her lonesome boy somewhere's in the night
She sent me a railroad ticket too to take me to her lovin' arms
And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love
Uh huh oooh ooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Well I been uptight most every night
Walkin' around the streets of this old town
Not a friend around to tell my troubles to
My good old car she done broke down cause I drove it into the ground
And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love
Well I look over yonder across that plain
The big drive wheels a poundin' along the ground
Gonna get on board and I'll be homeward bound
I ain't had a home cooked meal Lord I need one now
And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love
Uh huh oooh ooh oooh oooh...
Well here I am with my hat in my hand
Standin' on a broad highway would you give a ride
To a lonesome boy who missed the train last night
I went in town for one last round I gambled my ticket away
And the big steel rail won't carry me home to the one I love
Uh huh oooh ooh oooh oooh...
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© Ensign Music, BMI
My face I don't mind it I'm standin' behind it
It hangs down in front by my hair
It studies the cards all the aces and spades
But it don't have the call which they air
I've taught it to smile and to wrinkle it's nose
And to hang out it's lip when it's sad
I've taught it to yawn and to laugh and to snarl
And to froth at the mouth when it's mad
My face I don't mind it I live here behind it
Quite tightly it 's wedged tween my ears
It acts like the wall over which lies the world
So they can't read my hopes and my fears
In front of my chin past the sights and the smells
And the songs and the sounds of the horn
Of the traffic and blarin' and the honkin' and swearin'
Of time since the day I was born
[ instrumental ]
My face if you find it I'm back here behind it
It's only a mask for the soul
It don't have no lines you can follow as such
For it's only a part not the whole
While you could be a talkin' or starlin' or coughin'
Or holdin' your head while you weep
In back of my face I could watch your be singin'
Or sometimes I might be asleep
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© Ensign Music, BMI
Tobacco is an Indian weed and from the ground it do proceed
Roll it chew it sniff it smoke in your corn cob pipe you stoke it
Comes in tin or box or pack or you can buy it by the sack
Filtered strained or mentholated burley twisted or airated
T-o-b-a-c-c-o will kill me dead someday
Smoke tobacco Indian weed as from your lungs the smoke proceeds
People smoke from Maine to Greenville hack and sack from Bakersfield
People smoke from Nome to Dorsette TV doctors do endorse it
But beware the bear named Smokey doused that bud for real and stoggie
T-o-b-a-c-c-o yeah that's the stuff for me
[ instrumental ]
Tobacco is an Indian weed if from it's chains you are not free
The surgeon general says you're doomed sittin' in his smoke filled room
Those who smoke and think its sporty may drop dead before they're forty
As I sit back and puff on mine this wicked national pass time
T-o-b-a-c-c-o yeah that's the stuff for me
Tobacco is an Indian weed and from the ground it do proceed
Roll it chew it sniff it smoke in your corn cob pipe you stoke it
Comes in tin or box or pack or you can buy it by the sack
Filtered strained or mentholated burley twisted or airated
T-o-b-a-c-c-o yeah that's the stuff for me
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© Sure-Fire Music, BMI
Well my old shirt pocket's filled with everything I own
An old toothbrush three cigarretes and a dirty four-tooth comb
My pocketbook is flat and I got no rattlin' change
I came to this town with nothin' looks like I'm leavin' with same
But I ain't mad (I ain't mad) I'm just leavin' (I'm just leavin')
And I don't see anybody sittin' there by the roadside grievin'
I had me a girl when I first hit town I tell you she was nice
I met this cat he became a friend started givin' me advice
He said that I should treat her mean and she'd always stay
Now here's ole meanie comin' out of town and he married her today
But I ain't mad (I ain't mad) no I'm just leavin' (I'm just leavin')...
[ instrumental ]
I'd write home but mom can't read besides I'm out of stamps
You don't see much to write home about sleepin' in a hobo camp
The wind blows cold through these worn out jeans keepin' warm means movin' fast
I had a good thing a goin' for me but my good times never last
I ain't mad (I ain't mad) ah I'm just leavin' (I'm just leavin')...
I ain't mad (I ain't mad) no I'm just leavin' (I'm just leavin')...
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© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
I've seen the way you handle other guys
I've watched the water fall from their eyes
Your little world of love is so unfair
It'd be a nice place to visit
But I'd sure hate to live there
The kisses that you give 'em must be nice
Cause they keep on a coming back to spite the price
Your love is probably something very rare
It'd be a nice place to visit
But I'd sure hate to live there
It'd be so nice to taste those kisses
You leave laying round so loose
Bud I'd wake up in the morning
With the king size case of the blues
Yeah my mama told me something the way back then
She said if you get burned boy don't go back again
Your beauty keeps on a waggin' me I swear
It'd be a nice place to visit
But I'd sure hate to live there
It'd be a nice place to visit
But I'd sure hate to live there
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© Cedarwood Pub, BMI
A boy loved a little girl a long time ago
But he was shy and too afraid to tell her so
When he learned to write the first thing that he did
Was sendin' note to her and this is what it said
Remember the M remember the E
Put them together and remember me
Cause y-o-u knows you know who
Never love anyone else but you
The dreams were too big for my love to fill
She wanted the rich boy who lived upon the hill
I told her that his gold and fancy limousine
Could never bring the happiness that true love brings
And she'd remember the M remember the E...
[ instrumental ]
In the morning mail I got a faded note
The tear stained piece of paper the first words that I wrote
There was no other message there didn't have to be
She left my own words tell me she's in love with me
Remember the M remember the E...
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(# 16 country hit)
© Plainspoken Music, ASCAP
Write me a picture of the things we used to do
When we were together way back when
Write me a picture of the way you have your hair now
I'll live on that till I get home again
Well write me a picture of the visions in your mind
Tell me that it's me you're thinking of
Make it so descriptive that your thoughts will then be mine
Write me a picture of your love
What I mean is write to me a letter and describe to me
What you're doing what you're thinking how you're feeling too
Then I'll read between the lines and form the pictures in my mind
To live with them till I get home to you
A word from you is worth a thousand pictures of your love
So write me a picture of your love
[ instrumental ]
What I mean is write to me a letter and describe to me...
Write me a picture of your love
**********
© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
When I was a kid I was pretty wise
I could whip any feller two times my size
Got me a skunk and I put 'im in a box
And I went to see the kid who lived down the block
I said I got a secret
He said well gosh George won't you show me yeah
Well he opened it up and he got a whiff
It knocked him down and it jarred him stiff
He held his nose and he let out a moan
I picked up my box and I trapped on home
I've got a secret I've got a secret
Now you may think that it ain't no fun
But just ask the man who owns one
It'll hit you like a shell from a twelve gauge gun
Pick up your feet and try to run
But it ain't no use it'll cook your goose
I've got a secret
At the age of twelve I went to a dance
Met a little girl who put me in a trance
I guess I fell in love at first sight
Cause we danced together most all the night
And I said ma'm I got a secret
She said tell me George
I kissed her big and it must've felt good
Cause it knocked her down like I knew it would
I laughed and watched her lyin' on the floor
And this is what I said when she hollered for more
I've got a secret
Well as the years went by I got a little older
Along with age I grew a little bolder
Me and my date was sittin' in the park
And the moon was pretty and the night was dark
And I said honey I got a secret
And she said yippee
We sat there awhile and forgot about the time
And now her name is the same as mine
We got sixteen kids to keep us happy
And they all tell secrets to their pappy
I've got a secret I got a secret
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© Screen Gems Music, BMI
The late Mr Jones is a life pearly
The late Mr Jones is on time rarely
When he bought her flowers she had some for hours
From another with dreams of his own
Then he found that he was in love madly
He wanted to tell of his love badly
Before he could do it who else speed him to it
The rival of the late Mr Jones
The late Mr Jones shows his hurt with his eyes
The first thing that he did on time was to cry
And now at the end of the church wedding
Who just came in late cause he's been dreading
The sight of the new bride that should be his own
To visit it's too late Mr Jones
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© Sure-Fire Music, BMI
There's a wedding today mine
I know a heart that's so gay mine
Just over the hill I know I will be able to see
The old church steeple and all the people waitin' for me
And I know there's a girl mine
She's gonna live in this world of mine
We'll say ours vows together to love each other till forever
If there's one happy soul in this world it's mine
[ instrumental ]
I'm on top of the hill it's mine
But something just stole the thrill of mine
I see the old church steeple but something's wrong I see no people
And what's worse I see no girl
Can it be that this girl of mine
Played the trick on this heart of mine
Not long ago when I met her she stole my heart I can't forget her
It looks like it's gonna be a broken heart of mine
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