mind, yeah You know I love Uncle Kracker, he's a cool DJ I like Prince Purple Rain, Hendrix Purple Haze I like Hank Williams Sr., Hank the third and his dad Hank
got an empty ice chest Boys it's beer time This whole towns dry Headed to the county line For something cold I need a twelve pack in a brown paper
mem'ries of the one I loved so I courted that maiden so sweet and so fair With heavenly eyes and with chestnut brown hair She told me she loved me and
the riddle that will make your body rock Well so far you've heard my voice But I brought two friends along And next on the mike is my man Hank Come on, Hank
LITTLE HIGHBALL (Hank Mills) « © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI » When they gave me twenty years for a crime I didn't do I was sure I
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico Late in the hot joints smokin' the pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
bump and grind So Shania put some clothes on Stop prancin' all around And Mark Miller I get dizzy watching you spin with Sawyer Brown Even Jo Dee Messina
their forty shades of green But most of all I miss the girl in Tipperary town And most of all I miss her arms and hair so long and brown Again I wanna
Her eyes were brown her hair was auburn her smile was like an angel dear She was her daddy's only daughter on the Tennessee border One night I took a
me hold you and for the thousandth time Anna lean on me Anna see the cornfield see how summer's brought a million ears so fine Anna the stalks are browning
One has my name the other has my heart With one I'll remain that's how my heartaches start One has brown eyes the other's eyes are blue To one I am tied
GOTTA SELL THEM CHICKENS WITH JUNIOR BROWN Writer Hank Thompson (Hank} Well, my pappy told me as I was sittin' on his knee About the birds and the bees
GATHERING FLOWERS FROM THE HILLSIDE Writer A.P. Carter I've been gathering flowers from the hillside To wreath around your brow But you've kept me a-
blue for old Hawaii my weary soul is lonesome too You left me blue and broken hearted I've got them old Hawaii blues (Your big blue eyes and dark brown
A long time ago In a town in Tennessee There lived a man And he was great as he could be By the sweat of his brow He earned fortune and fame Casey Jones
her away Gray were the darks skies on that tragic day Black was the gun that I drew from my side Red fload the blood where's my false lover's died Brown
had no permanent home So I leave her everytime I love her I guess it's just knowin' that she'll be there With her dark brown eyes and her yellow hair
green when you returned to me But my heart is chilled and my eyes are filled As I watch the leaves of red and brown fall sadly to the ground You must