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Smoke from the Chimney
05:04
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Smoke from the chimney
A little chill in the air
The old folks by the fire
In their rocking chairs
The cotton fields are empty
And the garden is gone
And smoke from the chimney
Says winters coming home
And so many things can change while you’re gone
Time goes by so fast
And they say you can never really go back home
Our memories still last
And I see their faces
A little weathered by the years
And I can feel their warm hugs
And smile through my tears
Some things are special
They don’t ever fade away
Like smoke from the chimney
And dreams of yesterday
Some things are special
They don’t ever fade away
Like smoke from the chimney
And dreams of yesterday
Like smoke from the chimney
And dreams of yesterday
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2. |
Boot Money
03:27
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Workin’ real hard
Buck fifty a week
Always had a job
But I couldn’t find no winning streak
No, no
Put a little money in my pocket
The rest down in my boot
I may be a poor man
But I always got some loot
I got boot money
Workin’ real hard
Buck fifty a week
Always had a job
But I couldn’t find no winning streak
Put a little money in my pocket
The rest down in my boot
I may be a poor man
But I always got some loot
I got boot money
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Making love until the sunset turns into morning light
Coffee and tortillas in bed for breakfast
Sometimes hellos hurt more than goodbyes
Del Rio, you’re making me cry
Just a shade of grey in a world of black and white
Scared to go home
But I can’t turn back
Sometimes you have to let go
Just to keep it alive
Del Rio, you’re making me cry
Well it’s better to be a loser
Than never play the game
Cause sometimes all the winner gets is pain
Maybe it’s the pain that helps you survive
Del Rio, you’re making me cry
Sometimes it don’t rain enough
To settle the dust
But that west Texas rainbow
Still reminds me of us
Do you remember the day our love almost died
Del Rio, you’re making me cry
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4. |
Listen to Your Song
05:24
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I’ve always thought a song had all the freedom
It can move above where the eagle flies
You may never sing it to no one
But everybody’s got one inside
It might be a rocker
Take you where you want to be
You may need a slow one
That keeps you moving easy, all night long
Listen to your song
Not a day goes by that I don’t remember
The first time I felt love’s tender touch
I could hear it playing softly in the background
From that moment on, it belonged to us
It can make you happy
And you dance to it late at night
Or it might be a sad
That makes you just want to cry, when you’re all alone
Listen to your song
I’ve had the dark clouds hanging over my head
And I drifted on the high river plains
Seemed like I could hear it in the distance
Then it covered me like a cold sheet of rain
And you get so tired of running
But it’s harder to be still
And you’re losing touch with everything
It seems you’ll never find your way back home
Listen to your song
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5. |
Over You
05:28
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I started young
A long time ago
My first taste of love
Seven years old
I got in a fight
And sent home from school
Over you
And on down through our teens
We stayed hand in hand
Sharing our dreams
We made some plans
I took you home to meet the folks
They made a big to-do
Over you
And it seemed like there was nothing in our way
Then it all began to change
You say it’s just a cloudy day
But to me, it feels like rain
They hand out your time
Give you maybe a year
Apologies are made
But I can no longer hear it
I’m looking for a miracle
A small patch of blue
Over you
They said I stayed
With you day and night
They said I prayed
And never left your side
And went off the deep end
In that white sterile room
Over you
And I will always remember
Just before you said goodbye
When you pulled me close, and whispered
No matter where you go, or whatever you do
You know that I’ll be watching over you
Over you
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6. |
Scary Stories
05:15
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It was a dark stormy night
And the rain beat on the tin roof
It was a dark stormy night
And the rain beat on the tin roof
We were telling scary stories
And the haint was on the loose
It was cold outside
We moved closer to the fire
The wind was howling outside
We moved closer to the fire
And I heard somebody whisper
Gonna be a real scary night
There was one about The Monkey’s Paw
And Rawhead-and-Bloody-Bones
Then someone had the nerve to tell
About the old hag in the swamp
Oh a dark stormy night
And the rain beat on the tin roof
We were telling scary stories
And the haint was on the loose
There came a scratching at the door
And a tapping on the window pane
A scratching on the door
And a tapping on the window pane
And I heard somebody whisper
Please don’t tell that one again
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7. |
Bubba Jones
04:26
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Bubba Jones was a good ‘ole boy
Lived back in the woods
Drove a 4-wheel drive pickup
Kept it running good
Had a little ‘ole 5-horse Mercury
The thing was bad to smoke
Spent his spare time fishing
In a 10-foot aluminum boat
Cause there was a lot of money to be had
For the man who caught the world record large-mouth bass
Bubba had a dream one night
Everything seemed surreal
He caught a bass that weighed 25 pounds, on a Zebco spinning reel
He was getting anxious
But he waited till the moon was right
He loaded up his truck and boat
Headed out before daylight
He stopped for bologna and crackers, and a little gas
And he was off to catch a world record large-mouth bass
He had a small fortune in plastic worms, auto-fishing lures
He’s throwing them hard, and throwing them long
Nothing was doin’ no good
Then he looked inside his tackle box
Seen a lure his grandpa made
He tied it on and he let it go
Over in a cyprus shade
He let it sit real still, wiggled it kinda slow
Then it seemed like the whole lake exploded
And it shook him down to his toes
Bubba said mmm,
believe I got something here that might last
It just might be the world record large-mouth bass
But he knew that he was in trouble
Knew it was out of hand
When it almost jerked him out of his boat
That’s when he swallowed his Redman
And that ‘ole bass came up on top of the water
Started dancing on his tail
And it sounded something like
Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba
Well it broke his line and blew his mind
Then he started to shake
But he finally got ahold of himself
Had a little Gatorade
Bubba was down and out, but he had class
When he shook his fist and said
I’ll be back for the world record large-mouth bass
Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba, Bubba
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8. |
Someone Is Crying
04:33
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The fire came down from the mountain
The people watched their village go up in flames
And the rain never came
Does anyone know, someone is crying
Is there no concern
There’s so many facing the night, without shelter
And there’s nothing left to burn
Daylight falls on the desert
The stallion is running with a herd
And the birds, circle above
Does anyone know, someone is crying
The men are loading their guns
And the shots keep ringing out, like thunder
And there’s nowhere left to run
The sun is falling in the ocean
Turning the sand into pearls
And the girl watches alone
No one knows she is crying
The salt mixes with her tears
She turns away and moves into the sunset
She has walked these shores for years
Does anyone know, someone is crying
The salt mixes with her tears
She turns away and moves into the sunset
She has walked these shores for years
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9. |
Billy
04:51
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Billy
We’ve come a long ways together
And through it all
You’ve been just like a brother to me
Billy
We’ve had our shares of ups and downs
Froze our tails, sleeping on the ground
And the jobs were few, and far between
We’ve been knockin round together so long
Singing the same old songs
Been out in the rain so long, I swear, we’re shrinking
Billy
Lately I have done some thinking
And when I look back on our lives
We sure had ourselves a time
But you know
It’s been a wild world we traveled
And it’s starting to unravel
We leave so many loose ends behind
We’ve been bucked off and kicked so many times
And the ground just keeps getting harder
Billy you know well as I, we ain’t gettin no younger
Billy
Another summer’s come and gone
Now with winter comin on
I know we planned on heading south
But you know
I’ve thought about it several days
And these words I’m about to say
They don’t taste good in my mouth
But there’s someone I left back home
And Lord, if she’ll still have me
Guess I’ll be saying so long
You go on, without me
Ain’t no easy way of saying goodbye
So be sure to tell ‘em all down in Texas, I said “Hi”
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Tony Joe White Nashville, Tennessee
Known for popularizing swamp music, Tony Joe White wrote gems like “Polk Salad Annie” and “Rainy Night in Georgia,” and has had his songs performed by Elvis, Ray Charles, and Tina Turner. In 2014, White was profiled in the Nashville episode of HBO’s Sonic Highways and performed “Polk Salad Annie” with the Foo Fighters of The Last Show with David Letterman. ... more
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