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(# 1 top country album)
(# 12 top pop album)

Billy Sanford, Reggie Young, Jimmy Capps, Tony Joe White, Jerry Shook, Ray Edenton - guitar
Pete Drake - steel
Bob Moore, Tommy Allsup, Dennis Wilson - bass
Jerry Carrigan, Eddie Anderson, Bobby Daniels, Byron Metcalf - drums
Hargus Pig Robbins, Thomas Cain, Gene Golden - piano/keyboards
Edgar Strubble - syntesizer
Steve Glassmeyer - sax
Vocals:
The Jordanaires,
Mickey Newbury, Bill Medley
Arrangements by Bill Justis
Recorded:
Jun/1978, Jack Clement Studio, Nashville
Engineering: Billy Sherrill
(# 1 country hit)
(# 16 pop hit)
© Winters Night Music, ASCAP
On the warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a starin' out window at the darkness
Till boredom overtook us and he began to speak
He said son I made the life out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin' I could see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey I'd give you some advice
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow
Then he'd bummed a cigarette and asked me for the light
And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression
Said if you gonna play the game boy you gotta learn to play it right
You got to know when to hold 'em know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away and know when to run
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done
Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away knowin' what to keep
Cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep
And when he finished speakin' he turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler he broke even
And in his final words I found an ace that I could keep
You got to know when to hold 'em know when to fold 'em...
You gotta know when to hold 'em know when to fold 'em...
You gotta know when to hold 'em know when to fold 'em...
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© Tree Pub, BMI
Oh I wish that I could hurt that way again
At least I had you every now and then
And in between the sorrow at least there was tomorrow
And as long as there's tomorrow there's no end
Oh I wish that I could hurt that way again
Oh I wish that we could play that game again
Even though I'd always lose and you would win
At times you would desert me the emptiness would hurt me
But your coming back was always worth the pain
Oh I wish that I could hurt that way again
I'd love to hear you tell me you don't need me anymore
Just like you used to tell me everyday
I'd love to watch you leavin' like a hundred times before
At least my eyes could see you walk away
Oh I wish that I could hurt that way again
At least I had you every now and then
And in between the sorrow at least there was tomorrow
And as long as there's tomorrow there's no end
Oh I wish that I could hurt that way again
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© Herald Square Music, ASCAP
Like a leaf caught in the wind he drifted awhile
With no purpose or direction to his life
He tried to get himself together and pacify his mind
And forget about the things he'd left behind
A crying woman he left standing at his door
With a two month old baby in her arms
His little black book he left torn up on the floor
God only knows he never meant to do her wrong
A careless weekend on the other side of town
Has torn the King of Oak Street's castle down
And all week long he's tried to phone her but she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain
He sits now in a phone booth and he prays
That she'll forgive him and she'll believe he's changed his ways
With shaking hands he deposits his last dime
And he still prays that she won't hang up this time
Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says hello
Breakfast's almost ready baby come on home
I thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the King of Oak Street is just an ordinary man
I thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the King of Oak Street is just an ordinary man
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© UA Music, ASCAP
I woke up this mornin' I was tired as I could be
I guess I was countin' my money when I should've been countin' sheeps
My agent he just called me and he told me what I should be
He said that I should make my music for money
Instead of makin' my music for me
And I said I know that it may sound funny
But money don't mean nothin' to me
I won't make my music for money
Gonna make my music for me
Now people only like the love songs rock'n rollin' not too long
They say if you got to be commercial if you wanna turn the people along
Now turnin' all the people what a beautiful place to be
But if I spend my time makin' them opry rhyme who's gonna turn on me
And I said I know that it may sound funny...
[ guitar ]
I went up to the country and I'll you about the scene
I found a place with much charm and much grace
Wasn't touched by the music machine
The people were havin' a good time everybody's singin' along
And nobody cared and nobody gave them a penny for singin' this song
And I said I know that it may sound funny...
Said I know that it may sound funny girl
Money's somethin' nothin' to me
I won't make my music for money
I'm gonna make my music for
Make my music for
Make my music for me
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© Unart Music, BMI
Down in Sunflower County where I was born
Used to be a crazy woman
Used to walk bare footed down a gravel road
Singin' in an unknown tongue
One day I asked her papa why she was crazy
The tears welled up in his eyes
He said the Devil's inside my poor baby
She be crazy till the day she dies
You know she's been hoodooed
By the power of the voodoo
You know she's been hoodooed
By the power of the voodoo
Said Fanny always was a peculiar child
Never could make her mind
She used to slip out and go walkin' in the woods late at night
Always came home cryin'
But then one night she came home laughin'
Talkin' out of her head
She said Now I ain't got to worry 'bout dyin' Papa
I been sleepin' in a Devil's bed
You know she's been hoodooed...
Hoodoo woman pickin' up Qwewee
Hoodoo woman pickin' up Qwewee
Said Fanny's Mama was a Voodoo Queen
Died when Fanny was born
He remembered her very last words to him
She said I'm goin' honey take care of Fanny till the Devil comes
So if you see her buried down in a graveyard
Diggin' in a grave for Foofoo
You know she's gonna Hoodoo somebody
And if you cross her she might Hoodoo you
You know she's been hoodooed...
Don't be messin' with a hoodoo woman
She's gonna hoodoo you
Don't be messin' with a hoodoo woman
She's gonna hoodoo you
Don't be messin' with a hoodoo woman
She's gonna Hoodoo you
Hoodoo woman pickin' up a qwewee
Hoodoo woman pickin' up a qwewee
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(# 1 country hit)
(# 5 pop hit)
© Castle Music, BMI
While she lays sleeping
I stay out late at night and play my songs
And sometimes all the nights can be so long
And it's good when I finally make it home all alone
While she lays dreaming
I try to get undressed without the light
Then quietly she says how was your night
And I come to her and say it was all right
And I hold her tight
And she believes in me
I'll never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl
I could change the world with my little songs
I was wrong
But she has faith in me
And so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe on some special night
If my song is right
I will find a way find a way
While she lays waiting
I stumble to the kitchen for a bite
Then I see my old guitar in the night
Just waiting for me like a secret friend
And there's no end
While she lays crying
I fumble with a melody or two
Then I'm torn between the things that I should do
Then she says to wake her up when I am through
God her love is true
And she believes in me
I'll never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl
I could change the world with my little songs
I was wrong
But she has faith in me
And so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe on some special night
If my song is right
I will find a way while she waits
While she waits for me
**********
© Lelan Jones Music, ASCAP
I broke the law and I used a gun
Broke the Ten Commandments one by one
I always wished that I had a son
Just to teach him not to
I lived in the valley and I hid in the hills
I stole moonshine from illegal stills
Folks said don't rile him cause he may kill
But only if I've got to
All I want is a Tennessee bottle
All I need is an Arkansas bride
All I can see is an Ozark mountain sunrise
Five hundred miles to hide my life life life hide my life
To hide my life
I tried to farm and I tried to mine
I tried cuttin' on the timberline
But pain and sweat was all I'd find
Rewardin' all my labor
So I robbed banks and I robbed trains
I lost one eye in a poker game
I gave up gamblin' cause it's such a shame
To cheat your friends and neighbors
All I want is a Tennessee bottle...
I think I'm gonna quit and change my ways
Settle down and live an honest day
Someone said that crime don't pay
But I gotta nuff to live on
I think I'm gonna move to Little Rock
Leave my doors without a lock
I might be a foot without a sock
But I got cash to stand on
All I want is a Tennessee bottle...
To hide my life to hide my life
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© Bobby Goldsboro Music, ASCAP
The sandman told me he's done all he can
The situation calls for more than sand
You been cryin' all night long
Tossin' and turnin' and it's almost dawn
I am here I'm gonna help you sleep
Count on me instead of countin' sheeps
Close your eyes and leave the rest of me
And you'll have sweet dreams that'll last all night
And easy feeling in the mornin' light
Drift away with the touch of the hand
From the sleep tight goodnight man
Soft and soothin' as a lullaby
I'll kiss the tears from those weary eyes
And in the morning you will understand
That you've been touched by the goodnight man
I'll rock you gently like a rolling wave
hold you in my arms until you drift away
So just lay back and leave the rest to me
And you'll have sweet dreams that'll last all night...
And you'll have sweet dreams that'll last all night...
And you'll have sweet dreams that'll last all night...
**********
© Cross Keys Pub, ASCAP
It was an April night and I was right been out on the town
The show was at the Palace so we all went on down
We all had a ball as I recall but now it seems absurd
As the madness raged upon the stage he didn't say a word
He was a little weird and we all feared he wasn't one of us
He didn't drink he didn't smoke and he didn't even cuss
You'd see him now and then with a bunch of men hanging round to see
And I'm sure I would have liked him more
If he were a little more like me
It was a spring each day the clouds were gray looked like it might rain
Thought about the night before I was so ashamed
When I heard what they had done to him stranger I had known
But as drunk as we all got last night it's a wonder we got home
He was a little weird and we all feared he wasn't one of us...
And I'm sure I would have liked him more
If he were a little more like me
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© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
His daddy was an honest man a red dirt Georgia farmer
His mama lived her short life havin' kids and bailin' hay
He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander
Hopped a freight in Waycross wound up in LA
Lord the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry then the summer came
Met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's child born of an LA street called Shame
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings brought meaning to his life
Yes the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standing neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reeling put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who groaned your Georgia neck is red but Sonny you're still green
He turned twenty one in a grey rock Federal Prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross Georgia boy
Starin' at those four grey walls in silnce he would listen
That midnight freight he would take him back to Mabel Joy
Sunday morning found him lyin' neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
Stunned and shaken someone said she's not here no more
She left this house four years today they say she's looking for
Some Georgia farm boy
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© Jolly Rogers Pub, ASCAP
Morgana Jones was a middle aged woman
She was ugly as she could
Lookin' for a kid about half her age
To show him what there was to see
Morgana knew more tricks than Houdini
She could make a blind man see
Make a crippled man run along high hurdles
And Morgana's coming after me
Morgana leave me alone
I don't need none of your action
Morgana leave me alone
I got my own kinda satisfaction
I gave ten dollars for an hour and a half
God it sure went fast
Morgana kept her eyes on her watch
She knew how long I'd last
Many was the time I'd hide up in the hills
It was that or the undertaker
And morning would come and I'd tiptoe out
And pray to God I wouldn't wake her
Morgana leave me alone...
Now that I think about poor Morgana
She really wadn't all there
I know she's not the best I've known
She's sure not the worst I've had
It really didn't matter when she said it was over
I didn't have to bother
The thing that hurt when she looked at me
Said I'd never be as good as my father
Morgana leave me alone...
Won't you talk about Morgana
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