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Picking Up The Pieces
02:31
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I’m sorry that you had to hang around with me
I was a no good woman with a wore out ring
trouble always seemed to come ‘round my door
and when it got me out, I went lookin’ for more
I know you don’t wanna hear the same old things
but I’m getting it together up in Bowling Green
I ain’t done much in this whole life
but when you found me babe, I was another man’s wife
and I can’t take back the things I’ve done
always looking for new ways to run
just to find myself in the middle of the road
picking up the pieces that I just let go
spent my nights drinkin’ in a Warren bar
taking sips of bourbon from a mason jar
wearing out my welcome every place I strayed
so I packed my things and then I stole away
well, I made to the chapel come the morning light
thought I’d ask the Lord above to leave my sins behind
but the preacher man said that ain’t the way to go
‘cause even Jesus Christ can’t ever save my soul
well, I can’t take back the things I’ve done
always looking for new ways to run
just to find myself in the middle of the road
picking up the pieces that I just let go
no, I can’t take back the things I’ve done
always looking for new ways to run
just to find myself in the middle of the road
picking up the pieces that I just let go
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Old Soul
02:34
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there was an AM country station that my grandpa dearly loved
he had it playing every time I hopped into his truck
he taught me ‘bout good livin’ from a two-lane Texas road
and from then I became an old soul
I was raised to count my blessings, you could never work too hard
to do all things with love, and put your trust in faith and God
it’s a shame that when I look around, I don’t see that no more
I guess that’s what makes me an old soul
it ain’t about a memory, it ain’t about the past
it's just about appreciatig everything you have
these words, they run much deeper, than a girl could ever know
it seems I’ll always be an old soul
I know that times are different, and the world is bound to change
but I'll carry on the wisdom that I hold beyond my age
I’ll tend this simple heart of mine, and pray the feeling grows
'cause that’s just what makes me and old soul
and it ain’t about a memory, it ain’t about the past
it's just about appreciating everything you have
these words, they run much deeper, than a girl could ever know
it seems I’ll always be an old soul
there was an AM country station that my grandpa dearly loved...
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Fading Like The Years
02:49
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most days I look frequent all the places that you did
hoping that your spirit haunts these walls
I travel to the corners of this God forsaken earth
just to find a better place to fall
you can live in that time if you want to
don't let nobody tell you no
oh me, you're like a candle in my dreams
fading like the years I wish I'd known
at night I like to close my eyes and make believe its real
maybe if I wish it hard enough
but time can be a selfish kind in every day gone by
keeping for himself, the ones I love
you can live in that time if you want to
don't let nobody tell you no
oh me, you're like a candle in my dreams
fading like the years I wish I'd known
lately all I need is just a record spin away
let the needle drop then let me go
find me with the country men, the rock n rollin' queens
fading like the years I wish I'd known
you can live in that time if you want to
don't let nobody tell you no
oh me, you're like a candle in my dreams
fading like the years I wish I'd known
oh me, you're like a candle in my dreams
fading like the years I wish I'd known
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Days Like These
03:48
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came home today with a tear in my eye
wishing I'd punched that old clock my last time
boy, I sure hate to let it get me down this way
but this old life just ain't a game that I play
it's days like these when I've got it all wrong
working for what, 'til the feeling's all gone
it ain't worth the fight, I know that much is true
but it's days like these I don't know what to do
it's days like these I don't know what to do
I've never been lost, but I've never been found
doing what they say with both feet on the ground
God only knows what I may have in store
but I know that there's got, there must be something more
it's days like these when I've got it all wrong
working for what, 'til the feeling's all gone
it ain't worth the fight, I know that much is true
but it's days like these I don't know what to do
it's days like these I don't know what to do
the day has run long, I'm tired and spent
can't tell if this life is the one that I'm meant
tried to find peace on a street heading south
when I get there I'll see what this pain's all about
it's days like these when I've got it all wrong
working for what, 'til the feeling's all gone
it ain't worth the fight, I know that much is true
but it's days like these I don't know what to do
it's days like these I don't know what to do
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I ain't through lovin' you
so please don't turn around and walk away like others do
leaving me alone would leave me sad and blue
but I ain't through lovin' you
so let me know if you'll be around
my last girl built me high, left me crashing to the ground
I'll do anything that you want me to
oh, I ain't through lovin' you
I ain't through lovin' you
so please stop blaming me for all that shit I didn't do
it's the same old thing my last one used to do
but I ain't through lovin'
and I ain't through lovin'
I ain't through lovin' you, no
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Roy Rogers
02:39
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well, he thought he was a real Roy Rogers
riding high in them cowboy plains
but he ain’t ever seen no saddle
and he ain’t ever held no reins
he wants to be a country western singer
go on about his outlaw ways
but he ain’t gonna get no better
if he ain’t got no back to break
oh yeah, the highway
it ain’t the right way
it ain’t the only way
to get around
you can’t pretend, son
‘bout where you’ve been, son
‘cause in the end
it’ll only bring you down
he better watch on the ground he’s walkin’
if he ain’t got his own set of roots
‘cause any wanderin’ soul can get a cowboy hat
and any fool can wear a pair of boots
now he says he wants to move to Nashville
and make his home on that music row
but if he’s singing ‘bout a life that he ain’t ever had
he better find another place to go
oh yeah, the highway
it ain’t the right way
it ain’t the only way
to get around
you can’t pretend, son
‘bout where you’ve been, son
‘cause in the end
it’ll only bring you down
yeah, in the end
it’ll only bring you down
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lately she’s been striking matches so she can feel a flame
but all she’s got is a pile of ashes, no one calls her name
her hands are cold and empty, but there’s a fire in her soul
and tonight she’ll let it all go up in smoke
she’s setting the hills on fire
Lord, you best stay out her way
another man went and broke her heart
and now there’s hell to pay
instead of being lonely
she’s gonna set it all ablaze
she’s setting the hills on fire today
feeling like a burning ember somewhere in the wind
she’ll leave this place behind in cinders, to find herself again
the glow is growing steady, you can see from miles away
and it’ll go all night ‘til that fire takes all her pain
she’s setting the hills on fire
Lord, you best stay out her way
another man went and broke her heart
and now there’s hell to pay
instead of being lonely
she’s gonna set it all ablaze
she’s setting the hills on fire today
oh, she’s setting the hills on fire today
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Guy
04:56
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if I could sit in a room with him
I imagine that it’d smell like wood
the walls would tick, the floor would creak
the way that old timbers should
and in-between rhymes, he’d grab on his knee
and laugh about a time in the past
coaxing his guitar in sweet harmony
while the air just hummed in the back
I fear that I’d not know just what to say
what would I if I even tried?
my ramblin’ done, forgotten by all
of the things that he’s heard in time
but I hope that he’d know that all of his wisdom
won’t be lost on my younger age
I’d write it all down, and lock it on up
to recall for the rest of my days
won’t you sing me a song tonight?
I won’t mind if you forget the words
just to hear the cracks in your dry, honest voice
would truly mean the world
I don’t need no blinding lights
an old chair would suit me just fine
it’d be such a thrill, no heart standing still
if you’d sing me a song tonight
his words fill a room like a warm memory
eyes thin as they squint while he sings
his hands move in line to the rhythm and time
with a glint from his silver, stone ring
and with a flick of his thumb, calloused and worn
on a set of six shiny, steel strings
maybe being so close, some of that stuff
could eventually rub off on me
won’t you sing me a song tonight?
I won’t mind if you forget the words
just to hear the cracks in your dry, honest voice
would truly mean the world
I don’t need no blinding lights
an old chair would suit me just fine
it’d be such a thrill, no heart standing still
if you’d sing me a song tonight
it’d be such a thrill, no heart standing still
if you’d sing me a song tonight
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I started drinking whiskey again
I went and threw myself back in
I said I was through, but I guess that ain’t true
‘cause I started drinking whiskey again
I really liked to drink my wine
it really helped to ease my mind
but it couldn’t start me up the way that Jack Daniels does
so I started drinking whiskey again
I get the feeling when the sun goes down
feeling loose, ready to hit the town
well, the day’s all been spent, but it’s too early to quit
so I started drinking whiskey again
you can find me under neon lights
where the music and the drinking’s right
won’t you fill it to the top, ‘cause this is all that I got
since I started drinking whiskey again
I started drinking whiskey again
I went and threw myself back in
I said I was through, so if this sounds out of tune
it’s ‘cause I started drinking whiskey again
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it’s true when they say
you don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone
there’s something in the way
it’s breaking your heart for so long
your memory’s in the hill country wind
and it hurts to know that I can’t go back again
it’s a hard road to go
down to San Antone
these days things just ain’t the same
and every time I know
there ain’t nobody home
I wish I could, but I can’t stay
around this time of year
a southbound road starts calling my name
so tell me why I gotta fear
each mile that moves me back from where I came
'cause your memory’s in the hill country wind
and it hurts to know that I can’t go back again
it’s a hard road to go
down to San Antone
these days things just ain’t the same
and every time I know
there ain’t nobody home
I wish I could, but I can’t stay
I wish I could’ve seen it one last time
before you left this life of ours behind
and your memory’s in the hill country wind
it still hurts to know that I can’t go back again
it’s a hard road to go
down to San Antone
these days things just ain’t the same
and every time I know
there ain’t nobody home
I wish I could, but I can’t stay
I wish I could, but I can't stay
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