I keep the books at the country courthouse And answer phones of every kind from coast to coast Help keep the astronauts in space with complicated formules
I was born a way back in the hills In a shack the oldest child of ten On one hot and sultry day Mama got sick and passed away Givin' birth to baby brother
We saw a sign Welcome Satan Place when we moved to town that day And rows of little white homes that looked like castles all along the way But after livin
There are the roses and there are the thorns There's a time for happiness and there's a time to mourn There's a time to love then when love is faded and
When I am gone sing for me no sad songs plant no flowers at my head Feed the green grass that coveres me or a dew drop wet And I hope you'll remember
Sippin' Shirley Thompson is a gas Anytime you see her you can always count on Shirley for a glass She knows more words with just four letters than the
From the seed of a lifetime to the harvest years A girl knows the bitter and sweet taste of tears The first love was a green love it was free and sincere
It's so still I can't hear the pages that fall as I look through my yearbook again And I know I'll cry at the picture I see teardrops on page forty-three
You had quite good thing goin' with the girls you used to knowin' You went up and down your list just like a yo-yo And though it may be hard to stop it
There was a time we'd sit in the backyard 'Cause the house would get so hot From the summer sun, there was no way of sleepin' And you'd play your old
Mr Harper (what do you want) I feel sorry for you (oh yeah) Cause I understand the reason you drink and think what you do Mr Harper (what) your woman
We were dancin' and he led just like you used to He squeezed my hand and he teased me just like you used to And so close to my lips the words came That
He was just every day plain as water or a piece of clay Why did I let him stay I love him Early morning the paper came he would run out in the rain He
The train whistle blew for Coal Road Crossin' in a few more minutes we'll pull into town I'll have to face the folks who'll come to meet us I'll try to
The teacher said it's time to think about the annual play To be put on next month and sponsored by the PTA Most of you have seen the script and now the
Take the ribbon from my hair Shake it loose and let it fall Laying soft against your skin Like the shadows on the wall Come and lay down by my side Till
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee We don't take our trips on LSD We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street 'Cause we like a living right and
Oh singer, sing me an old song yeah Oh singer, sing me an old song Sing me an old song about cotton bales Tell me how the good earth feels Down in the