Muddy. Meanest Woman

Who's that yonder, come walkin' down the road?
She's walkin' like Maggie but I declare she, walk too slow, oh oh
Who's that yonder, walkin' down the road
She walk like Maggie boy but I 'clare the girl walkin' too slow

The woman I love got some long curly hair
Her mother and father sho' don't 'low me there, oh oh
The girl I love - great long curly hair
Her mother and father, oh no boy they don't 'low me there

BRIDGE

The meanest woman I most ever seen
I asked for water she brought me gasoline, oh
The meanest woman boys I most ever seen
I asked her for water and she come runnin' with gasoline

I'm goin' away to leave and I won't be back no mo'
The next time you see me my head'll be white as snow, oh
Goin' away to leave you, I won't be back no mo'
Next time you see me, my head'll be white as snow

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Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mckinley Morganfield
Meanest Woman lyrics © Watertoons Music

Hank. Lovesick Blues

I got a feelin' called the blues, oh Lord
Since my baby said goodbye
Lord, I don't know what I'll do
All I do is sit and sigh, oh Lord
That last long day, she said goodbye
Well Lord, I thought I would cry

She'll do me, she'll do you
She's got that kind of lovin'
Lord, I love to hear her when she calls me sweet da-a-addy
Such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it's all over
I've lost my heart it seems

I've grown so used to you somehow
Well, I'm nobody's sugar daddy now
And I'm lo-o-onesome
I got the lovesick blues

Well, I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal
That's what's the matter with me
Well, I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal
But she don't care about me
Lord, I tried and tried to keep her satisfied
But she just wouldn't stay
So now that she is leavin'
This is all I can say

I got a feelin' called the blues, oh Lord
Since my baby said goodbye
Lord, I don't know what I'll do
All I do is sit and sigh, oh Lord
That last long day she said goodbye
Well Lord, I thought I would cry

She'll do me, she'll do you
She's got that kind of lovin'
Lord, I love to hear her when she calls me sweet da-a-addy
Such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it's all over
I've lost my heart it seems

I've grown so used to you somehow
Lord, I'm nobody's sugar daddy now
And I'm lo-o-onesome
I got the lovesick blues

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Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Irving Mills / Cliff Friend

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Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide

That we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Hmm, my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

4-H and a FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered

A covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
I run ten mile

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Somethin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just goin' on 15
But with the help of my finaglin'

Uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
I said, "Lemme have a big old sip"
I done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

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Source: Musixmatch
Songwriter: Roger Miller
Chug-A-Lug lyrics © Sony/atv Tree Publishing, Tree International

Ballad of Jesse James

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Just about the worst gun battle
Ever out on the western plains
When me and a bunch of cowboys
Had a run-in with Jesse James

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Run into Jesse James, boys
Run into Jesse James
The guns went off like thunder
And the bullets fell like rain

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

The guns went off like lightning
And the bullets fell like hail
Was on our way to Denver
On the old Dodge City trail

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

And in that bloody battle
With Frank and Jesse James
My partners fell around me
With bullets in their brains

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Frank and Jesse James, boys
They robbed that midnight mail
The bank and express station
And broke the county jail

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

If you're afraid to fight, boys
If you're afraid to die
You'd better stay out of the Badlands
Where the red hot bullets fly

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

If you're afraid of dying
If you're afraid of death
You'd better stay at home, boys
Stay out of Jesse's path

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Ramblin' fever

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Instrumental intro

My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
And I don't leave the highway long enough
To bog down in the mud
'Cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood

I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I ever gave a damn
They damn sure told you wrong
I've had ramblin' fever all along

Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
Ain't no kind of cure for my disease

There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa
And let some pretty lady rub my back
And spend the early morning drinking coffee
And talkin' about when I'll be coming back

Cause I don't let no woman tie me down
And I'll never get too old to get around
I want to die along the highway and rot away
Like some old highline pole
And rest this ramblin' fever in my soul

Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
Ain't no kind of cure for my disease

Instrumental outro

Shambala. 3 Dog Night

[Verse 1]
Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala

[Chorus]
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind
On the road to Shambala
Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind
On the road to Shambala

[Chorus]
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
How does the light shine
In the halls of Shambala?
How does the light shine
In the halls of Shambala?

[Verse 3]
I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes
On the road to Shambala
I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes
On the road to Shambala

[Chorus]
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
How does the light shine
In the halls of Shambala?
How does the light shine
In the halls of Shambala?

Tell me how does the light shine
In the halls of Shambala?
(Tell me how) How does the light shine
In the halls of Shambala?

[Outro]
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
On the road to Shambala

Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
On the road to Shambala-la
Ah-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
On the road to Shambala

A workin' man can't get nowhere today. The Hag

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Instrumental intro
For years I've been bustin' my rear
To make a livin' but it ain't made
For years I've been tryin' to pay off my bills,
But they ain't paid.

I owe every dime I make, to every soul I know
The higher up I reach the farther down I go
And this old broken back of mine is all I've got to show, and anyway
A working man can't get nowhere today.

Lord, a working man can't get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
A working man can't get nowhere today.

Instrumental bridge
I pay my income tax and the government gives back
What I got coming, Lord, but it ain't much
I pay my child support 'cause I'm a law abiding sort
And an easy touch, yet I starve myself to death...

Tryin' to keep my family fed; I keep my budget tight
Tryin' to get myself ahead, but I'll damn sure be in debt
On the day that I fall dead; that's why I say
Lord, a working man can't get nowhere today.

Yeah a working man can't get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Tonight I work my fanny off, and leave it lay
A working man can't get nowhere today.

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A working man can't get nowhere today...

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Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Merle Haggard

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