Long neck bottle (video) (midi)
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Long neck bottle, let go of my hand,
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hey, jukebox, don't start playing that song again.
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’Cause there's a girl at home who loves me,
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you know, she won't understand,
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long neck bottle, let go of my hand.
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1. Hey, barroom mirror on the wall, go stare at someone else,
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don't show the world the fool I am, just keep it to yourself.
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2. That dance floor gets underneath my feet everywhere I turn.
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I ought to waltz right out that swinging door,
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but that's a step I just can't learn.
+ CHORUS
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+ There's a girl at home who loves me,
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you know, she won't understand,
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long neck bottle, let go of my hand.
Much too young ( To feel this damn old ) (midi)
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1. This old highway's getting longer,
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seems there ain't no end in sight,
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sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest,
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I gotta ride in Denver tomorrow night.
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2. I called the house, but no one answered,
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for the last two weeks no one's been home.
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I guess she's through with me, to tell the truth, I just can't see,
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what's kept a woman holding on this long.
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And the white line's getting longer , and the saddle's getting cold,
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now I'm much too young to feel this damn old.
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All my cards are on the table, with no ace left in the hole,
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now I'm much too young to feel this damn old.
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2. The competition's getting younger,
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tougher broncs, you know I can't recall.
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A worn out tape of Chris LeDoux, lonely women and bad booze,
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seem to be the only friends I've left at all. + CHORUS +
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Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old.
The beaches of Cheyenne (video) (intro)
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1. They packed up all his buckles and shipped his saddle to his dad,
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and by the way the house looked she must have took it bad.
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The workers come on Monday to fix the door and patch the wall,
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they say she just went crazy the night she got the call.
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2. He was up in Wyoming and drew a bull no man could ride
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he promised her he'd turn out, well, it turned out that he lied.
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And all the dreams that they'd been livin' in the California sand
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died right there beside him in Cheyenne.
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They say she just went crazy screamin' out his name,
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she ran out into the ocean and to this day they claim,
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that if you go down by the water you'll see her footprints in the sand,
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'cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne.
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3. They never found her body, just her diary by the bed,
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it told about the fight they had and the words that she had said.
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When he told her he was ridin' she said then I don't give a damn,
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if you never come back from Cheyenne
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Nobody can explain it, some say she's still alive,
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they'd even claim they've seen her on the shoreline late at night.
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So if you go down by the water, you'll see her footprints in the sand,
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'cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
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yes, every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne.
Two of a kind workin’ on a full house (video) (midi)
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1. Yeah, she's my lady luck, hey, I'm her wild card man,
together we're buildin' up a real hot hand,
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we live out in the country, hey, she's my little queen of the south,
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yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house.
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2. She wakes me every mornin' with a smile and a kiss,
her strong country lovin' is hard to resist,
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she's my easy lovin' woman, I'm her hard workin' man, no doubt,
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yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house.
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Yeah, a pickup truck is her limousine,
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and her favorite dress is her faded jeans,
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she loves me tender when the goin' gets tough,
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sometimes we fight just so we can make-up.
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3. Lord, I need that little woman like the crops need the rain,
she's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane,
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we really fit together, if you know what I'm talkin' about,
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yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house.
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This time I've found a keeper, I made up my mind,
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Lord, the perfect combination is her heart and mine.
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the sky's the limit, no hill is too steep,
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we're playin' for fun, but we're playin' for keeps.
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4. So draw the curtain, honey, turn the lights down low,
we'll find some country music on the radio,
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I'm yours and you’re mine, hey, that's what it's all about,
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yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house.
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Lordy, mama, we'll be two of a kind workin' on a full house.
Callin' Baton Rouge (midi)
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1. I spent last night in the arms of a girl in Louisiana,
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and though I'm out on the highway my thoughts are still with her.
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Such a strange combination of a woman and a child,
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Such a strange situation stoppin' every hundred miles,callin' Baton Rouge.
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2. A replay of last night's events rolls through my mind,
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except a scene or two erased by sweet red wine.
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And I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes,
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I need a cup of coffee, and a couple dollars change, callin' Baton Rouge.
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Operator, won't you put on through?
I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge!
Hurry up, won't you put her on the line?
I gotta talk to the girl just one more time. + F - G - F - G
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3. Hello, Samantha dear, I hope you're feelin fine.
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And it won't be long until I'm with you all the time, but until
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then I'll spend my money up right down to my last dime,
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ca..llin Baton Rouge. + REFRAIN + F
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Ca....llin Baton Rouge, Ca....llin Baton Rouge....
(orig. = capo 2nd)
Papa loved Mama (midi)
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1. Papa drove a truck nearly all his life,
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you know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife,
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the part she couldn't handle was the being alone,
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I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone.
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2. Papa called mama each and every night,
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just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright.
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Mama would wait for that call to come in,
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but when daddy'd hang up she was gone again.
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Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined,
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papa was a good'n but the jealous kind.
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Papa loved mama, mama loved men,
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mama's in the graveyard, papa's in the pen.
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3. Well, it was bound to happen, and one night it did,
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Papa came home and it was just us kids.
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He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine,
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if he was looking to surprise us, he was doing fine.
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4. I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall,
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then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall.
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That old diesel engine made an eerie sound,
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when papa fired it up and headed into town.
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Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well,
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papa's rig was buried in the local motel.
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The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear,
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he never hit the breaks, and he was shifting gears.
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Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined,
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papa was a good'n but the jealous kind.
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Papa loved mama, mama loved men,
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mama's in the graveyard papa's in the pen.
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