GHOST) RIDERS IN THE SKY (Stan Jones) « © '49 Edwin H.Morris & Co. » An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw Ploughin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yi pi yi o yi pi yi ay ghost riders in the sky [ guitar ] Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snortin' fire as they ride on hear their cry As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin' on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin' to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies Yi pi yi o yi pi yi ay ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky ghost riders in the sky ********** REASON TO BELIEVE (Tim Hardin) « © '67 Hudson Bay Music » If I listened long enough to you I'd find the way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight face while I cried Still I'd looked to find the reason to believe Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else Someone like you makes it easy to give never thinking of myself If I'd gave time to change my mind I'd find the way to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight face... [ piano ] If I listened long enough to you I'd find the way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight face... **********	DIPLOMAT (Roger Bowling) « © '78 ATV Music » He slowly raised the trembling hand Gently brushed the silver strand of hair from his wrinkled brow Lips that used to talk so free the eyes that used to beckon me were silent now He listens to a passin' train gives into an old familiar pain familiar pain They retired him twenty years ago gave him a watch made of gold and took his train His woman's name was Margaret He loved her but she went away and left his heart undone He called this train the Diplomat she's the only other lady that he ever loved Some forty years he made the steam From Memphis down to New Orleans but now he's off the line And the closest that he ever gets Margaret or the Diplomat is in his mind He siad take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home Can't you hear that whistle blowing they both know I've been alone for much too long Let's not keep 'em waitin' we'll talk about the good times later on Right now take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home They say he talks crazy when He sees the passin' train or when he hears Margaret's name But the only things he ever loved he lost before he loved enough he's not to blame So who's to say he's right or wrong Reachin' out and hangin' on to dreams he can't let go He threw the watch of gold away but keeps tracks of memories where he belongs He siad take me to the station... They retired him twenty years ago gave him a watch made of gold And took daddy's train **********
I WILL ROCK AND ROLL WITH YOU (Johnny Cash) « © '78 House Of Cash » They used to call me Rockabilly all of us ran through When Elvis opened up the door with a pup-and-pup-and-boo I didn't ever play much rock and roll cause I got so much country in my soul But I'm a different man for lovin' you and I take a shot at what you ask me to And baby I will rock and roll with you if I have to [ guitar - choir ] Memphis 1955 on Union Avenue Carl and Jerry and Charlie and Roy and Billy Riley too A new sun risin' on the way we sing and a world of weirdo's waitin' in the wings But I love you and though I'm past 42 there are still a few things yet I didn't do And baby I will rock and roll with you if I have to [ guitar - choir ] **********	GONE GIRL (Jack Clement) « © '70 Jack Music » She is deliciously tall sort of a long girl she is delightfully small sort of a song girl She freely admits to the world that she was a wrong girl That's nothing compare to the fact that she is a gone girl Gone like a knock on the door gone with yesterday and before Gone with the wind for ever more [ choir ] She'd never laid claim to the fact that she was a strong girl So why should I loudly proclaim that she was a wrong girl I'd rather think of her name as some sort of song girl And think poetical things to think of my gone girl Gone like a knock on the door... [ choir ] **********
I DON'T THINK I COULD TAKE YOU BACK AGAIN (Jerry Hensley - Earl Ball - Joel Sonier) « © '77 House Of Cash » Now you don't have to worry about me babe Just hook 'em up and head on out to the places where you've been Go ahead and fly like an eagle in the sky And when you land you'll find I'm still your friend But I don't think I could take you back again Ain't no need to bother about me babe Someone will come along and she will take me by the hand Together we will walk where the grass is green and new And I'll even think about you now and then But I don't think I could take you back again Hey where you going you can't get there without me so goodbye go on goodbye And remember though I'm setting you free I won't cry cry cry I've seen you toss and turning in your sleep babe Now your dreambags're packed you've got your ticket in your hand When you love someone you want what's best for them That's how it is and that's how it's always been And I don't think I could take you back again Hey where you going...	HIT THE ROAD AND GO (Johnny Cash) « © '77 House Of Cash » I woke up this afternoon looked into your eyes And somethin' was as wrong as if the sun forgot to rise I picked up a roadmap and I checked a few good places that I know And if you're no longer givin' I believe I'll hit the road and go I just got the feelin' that the fire was burnin' out Cause the air was turnin' colder every time you came about And a flame won't take a fannin' if the last reserve of love is runnin' low So since I've gotta button up I believe I'll hit the road and go Country road 6-40 state highway 45 life out of the interstate is very much alive There's magic in the mountains and music in the valleys down below And my song ain't through playin' yet so I believe I'll hit the road and go Good morning to you sunshine good morning to you rain The windshield whiper's rhythm keeps me singin' down the pain Today I'm gonna miss you less if I miss you at all you'll never know you'll never know This rambler had cut all the ties and pulled up stakes to hit the road and go This rambler had cut all the ties and pulled up stakes to hit the road and go **********
ONE PIECE AT A TIME (Wayne Kemp) « © '76 Tree Publishing » Well I left Kentucky back in '49 and went to Detroit workin' on assembly line The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by and sometimes I'd hang my head and cry Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black One day I devised myself a plan that should be the envy of most any man I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand I'd get it one piece at a time and it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild Cause I'll have the only one there is around So the very next day when I punched in With my big lunchbox and the help of a friend I left that day with the lunchbox full of gears I've never considered myself a thief but GM wouldn't miss just one little piece Especially if I strung it out over several years The first day I got me a fuel pump and the next day I got me an engine and a trump Then I got me a transmission and all the chrome The little things I could get in my big lunchbox Like nuts and bolts and four shocks But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home Now up to now my plan went alright till we tried to put it altogether one night And that's when we noticed that something was definitelly wrong The transmission was a '53 and the motor turned out to be a '73 And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone So we drilled it out so that it would fit And with a little bit of help from an adapter kit We had that engine runnin' just like a song Now the headlights they was another sight We had two on the left and one on the right But when we pulled out the switch all three of 'em come on The back end looked kinda funny too but we put it together and when we got through Well that's when we noticed that we only had one tailfin About that time my wife walked out And I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts But she opened the door and said honey take me for a spin So we drove uptown just to get the tax and I headed to right on down main drag I could hear everybody laughin' for blocks around But up there at the courthouse they didn't laugh Cause to type it up it took the whole staff And when they got through the title weighed sixty pounds I got it one piece at a time... Oh yeah Red Rider this is the Cotton Mouth in this psychobilly Cadillac come on Oh now this is the Cotton Mouth and negatory On the cost of this machine there Red Rider You might say I went right up to the factory and picked it up it's cheaper that way Oh what model is it Well it's a 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 automobile It's a 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 automobile **********	RAGGED OLD FLAG (Johnny Cash) « © '74 House Of Cash » I walked through a county courthouse square On a park bench an old man was sittin' there I said your old courthouse is kinda run down he said naw it'll do for our little town I said your old flagpole has leaned a little bit And that a ragged old flag you got hanging on it He said have a seat and I sat down is this the first time you've been to our little town I said I think it is he said I don't like to brag But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag You see we got a little hole in that flag there when Washington took it across Delaware And it got powder burned the night that Francis Scott Key Sat watching it writin' Say Can You See And it got a bad rip in New Orleans when Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams And it almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas flag but she waved on though She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville and she got cut again in Shiloh Hill There was Robert E Lee Beauregard and Bragg And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag On Flanders Field in World War 1 she got a big hole from a Bertha gun She turned blood red in World War 2 she hung limp and low by time or two She was in Korea ,Vietnam she went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam She waved from our ships upon the briny foam And now they've about quit waving back here at home In her own good land here she's been abused She's been burned dishonored denied refused And the government for which she stands is scandalized throughout the land And she's gettin' threadbare and she's wearin' thin But she's in good shape for the shape she's in Cause she's been through the fire before and I believe she can take a whole lot more So we raise her up every morning we take her down every night We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right On second thought I do like to brag cause I'm mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag ********** I'M A WORRIED MAN (Johnny Cash) « © '74 House Of Cash » Worried man worried man I'm a weary worried man Hungry babies don't understand papa is a worried man The place I used to draw my pay slammed the door on me today And told me just to stay away and no come back again I went back home to bring the news my woman saw that I had the blues But she said the babies need new shoes and I'm a worried man Worried man worried man... [ guitar ] Well there is no way that I can see that I can feed my family Cause I don't own no money tree and very little lam But I said mama don't you cry I'll get a job up fore the day's gone by I don't know where though and that is why I'm a worried man Worried man worried man... Worried man worried man... **********
LOOK AT THEM BEANS (Joe Tex) « © '75 copyright control » This time last year there sure was a lot of sad faces around this old house Our papa died without fullfillin' his life's dream Of producing one of the best crops in Grimes County Though papa died with that dream still in his head A desire in his heart a promise on his lips callusess on both hands And two dollars in his pocket Papa didn't live long enough to see his dreams come true So he died from too much work broken spirit I guess But I promised our mama that if it was a last thing he'd ever do He'd live long enough to see just one good crop come through But you see we can't plan on things without first talking to God Because we don't know his plans and if we don't include him my friends The way can get mighty hard They say that everytime a good and righteous person Is buried in God's good earth it's just fortilizer for the soil And I guess there must be some truth to that whether we believe it or not I just wish that papa was here right now So that he could see this good crop that we fin'ly got Hey look at that beans and look at that corn And I bet them watermelons must be three feet long Man look at them tomatoes and look at them peas Well I know if papa was here right now he'd sure be pleased [ fiddle ] And papa would sure be proud of his children too My brother's famous now got his own show on the road Traveling in customized bus imported from Europe That boy always did love music and he loves to travel I got a sister that's got a good job in a beauty shop Making money making other people look good Ain't nobody here at a house now but me and mama And mama she's gettin' weaker and she's gettin' older every day And she talks softly about joinin' papa in his heavenly home But that woman sure did love that man She worked beside papa for forty some odd years Tryin' to produce a good crop and never could grow a single bean But I just wish that papa was here right now to see this good crop that we fin'ly got Man look at that beans... And papa if you can hear me look at them beans **********	I DO BELIEVE (Johnny Cash) « © '74 House Of Cash » I do believe that I won't make it through the night If you don't come on back to me and love me now There ain't no way that I can say that it's all right I do believe that you're not thinking anyhow But I believe if you'll remember how it was a little while If you'll recall that what we had was hard to beat And I believe that if you'll meet me half way down that second mile We will trade in all the bitter for the sweet I do believe that you're not happy without me I think you feel the way I'm feeling without you Come on and give in to that feeling one more time I do believe you won't regret it if you do [ ac.guitar ] But I believe if you'll remember... ********** PRECIOUS MEMORIES (W.B. Stevens-J.R. Baxter) « © '25 Stamps-Baxter Music » (Precious mem'ries) Precious mem'ries unseen angel sent from somewhere to my soul How they linger ever near me and the sacred past unfolds Precious mem'ries how they linger how they ever flood my soul In the stillness of the midnight precious sacred seems unfold [ piano ] Precious father loving mother fly across the lonely years And the old home scenes from my childhood in fond memory appear Precious mem'ries how they linger... Precious mem'ries flood my soul
ROCK OF AGES (Brantley C. George - Bill Walker) « © '56 copyright control » Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee Let the water and the blood from Thy wounded side which fload Thee of sin the double cure save from raft and make me pure [ strings ] Let me hide myself in Thee [ strings ] In my hand no prize I bring simply to Thy cross I cling [ strings ] While I draw this pleading breath when my eyes shall close in death Lord when I rise to world unknown and behold thee on Thy throne Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee Let me hide myself in Thee **********	OLD RUGGED CROSS (George Bernard) « © '41 George Bernard Music » On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross the emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a word of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it some day for a crown To the old rugged cross I will ever be true it's shame and reproach gladly bear Then he'll call me some day to my home far away where his glory forever I'll share So I'll cherish... And exchange it some day for a crown **********
MATTHEW 24 (IS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR) (Johnny Cash) « © '73 House Of Cash » I heard on the radio there's rumors of war People gettin' ready for battle and there may be just one more I heard about an earthquake and the toll it took away These are the signs of the times we're in today Matthew 24 is knocking at the door And there can't be too much more to come to past (come to past) Matthew 24 is knockin' at the door and today or one day more could be the last [ guitar ] The great bear from the Northland has risen from his sleep And the army ranks in red are near two hundred million deep The young and old now prophesy a coming prince of peace And last night I dreamed of lightening in the East Matthew 24... **********	THESE ARE MY PEOPLE (Johnny Cash) « © '72 House Of Cash » These are my people this is the land where my forefathers lie These are my people in brotherhood we're heirs of a creed to live by A creed that proclaims that by loved ones blood stains This is my land and these are my people These are my people they were born on and lived by the land These are my people and their cities were raised by hard working hands And their faces to tell that they're holding on well To this their land yes these are my people These are my people these are the ones who will reach for the stars These are my people that a light of the earth you can tell they are ours A new step to take and a new day will break For this my land yes these are my people these're my people hmm **********
THING CALLED LOVE (Jerry Reed Hubbard) « © '68 Vector Music » (Oooh love a thing called love) Six foot six he stood on the ground he weighed two hundred and thirty five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love He was the kind of man that would gamble on luck Look you in the eye and never back up But I saw him cryin' like a little whipped pup because of love You can't see it with your eyes hold it in your hand But like the wind that covers our land Strong enough to rule the heart of any man this thing called love It can lift you up never let you down take your world and turn it all around Ever since time nothing's ever been found the stronger than love (Oooh love a thing called love) Most men are like me they struggle in doubt They trouble their minds day in and day out Too busy with living to worry about a little word like love But when I see a mother's tenderness as she holds her young close to her brest Than I thank God that the world's been blessed with a thing called love You can't see it with your eyes... Ever since time nothing's ever been found the stronger than love (Oooh a thing called love) **********	MELVA'S WINE (Vincent Matthews) « © '72 Jack Music » Every year about this time my wife Melva made some wine Every year about this time the air is sweet as Melva's wine And I sip her wine and I listen to the robin sings And the river runs through Kingston Springs Every year about this time a few old friends come up to walk Every year about this time a few old friends stop by to talk And we talk about the crops and weather and things And the young folks here in Kingston Springs I got the brother up Chicago way He wants me to visit him someday and I may sometimes But not as long as the robin sings And the river runs through Kingston Springs It was last year about this time Melva made her last batch of wine It was last year about this time she left for me her warm sweet wine She could sing as sweet as robins sing above her grape in Kingston Springs Cause it was last year about this time that Melva made this glass of wine I got the brother up Chicago way... Cause that was last year about this time that Melva made this glass of wine **********
TALK TO JESUS EVERY DAY (Glenn D. Tubb) « © '71 House Of Cash » Well you talk about important people that you say you know Presidents and superstars of big television shows Well I know someone personally who's bigger than 'em all And next to him your superstars look mighty small And I have a talk with him each day and he's interested in every word I say No secretary ever tells me he's been called away I talk to Jesus every day [ guitar ] Well now I don't think that I'll ever be in any Hall of Fame And the social register of wealthy folks might drop my name But my name is written in the book of life I'm proud to say And that's all that really matters anyway And I talk to Jesus every day and he's interested in every word I say No secretary ever tells me he's been called away I talk to Jesus every day I talk to Jesus every day ********** SMOKEY FACTORY BLUES (Albert Hammond - Mike Hazlewood) « © '74 April Music » Early in the misty misty morning headin' for another freeway jam Sleepy eyed and shriverin' wakin' up and wishin' it was Sunday I wish it was Sunday On the radio they're playin' love songs songs that make me wanna turn around Factory gates are up ahead I wished that I was moment dead With you right now back home with you right now But I work to make a living and I work without a break And I work when I am sleeping and I work when I'm awake Yes and I'd like to leave the city but I can't afford to move And I think I'm going under with them way down lowdown smokey factory blues [ ac.guitar ] I was born a lover not a worker money doesn't smell like sweet perfume Some of us feel out of place engine oil upon our face Believe me you better believe me I work to make a living... But I work to make a living... **********	FLESH AND BLOOD (Johnny Cash) « © '69 House Of Cash » Beside the singing mountain stream where the willow grew Where silver leaf of maple sparkled in the morning dew I braided twigs of willow made a string of buckeyed beans But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need I leaned against the bark of birch and I breathed the honey dew I saw a northbound flock of geese against the sky of baby blue Beside the lily pads I carved a whistle from the reef Mother nature's quite a lady but you're the one I need Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need [ ac.guitar ] A cardinal sang just for me and I thanked him for the song Then the sun went slowly down to west and I had to move along These were some of the things on which my mind and spirit feed But flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need So when the day was ended I was still not satisfied For I knew everything I touched would wither and would die And love is all that will remain and grow from all these seeds Mother nature's quite a lady but you're the one I need Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood and you're the one I need **********
MAN IN BLACK (Johnny Cash) « © '71 House Of Cash » Well you wonder why I always dress in black Why you never see bright colors on my back And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone Well there's a reason for the things that I have on I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down Livin' in the hopeless hungry side of town I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime But is there because he's a victim of the times I wear the black for those who've never read Or listened to the words that Jesus said About the road to happiness through love and charity Why you'd think he's talking straight to you and me Well we're doin' mighty fine I do suppose In our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back Up front there oughta be a man in black I wear it for the sick and lonely old For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold I wear the black in morning for the lives that could have been Each week we lose a hundred fine young men And I wear it for the thousands who have died Believin' that the Lord was on their side I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died Believin' that we all were on their side Well there's things that never will be right I know And things need changin' everywhere you go But till we start to make a move to make a few things right You'll never see me wear a suit of white Oh I'd love to wear a rainbow every day and tell the world that everything's okay But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back Till things're brighter I'm the man in black **********	SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN (Kris Kristofferson) « © '70 Combine Music » Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for desert Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing with the can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken And Lord it took me back to something That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishin' Lord that I was stoned Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone And there's nothing sure to dying that's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down In the park I saw a daddy with the laughing little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
ORLEANS PARISH PRISON (Dick Feller) « © '73 Vector Music » Well have you seen my dark haired girl she was sellin' her love to a hungry world They got her clothes and the money she took And they wrote her name in the prison book Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my dark haired girl She's tired and cold and you got the gold she took from a hungry world Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my dark haired girl [ fiddle ] Well have you seen my green eyed son he shot a man down with a sort of gun And they found him down by the ponchartrain Where they cuffed his hands with a big iron chain Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my green eyed son I heard him say as they led him away sorry for what he's done Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my green eyed son [ fiddle ] Well have you missed my brother man he took a little money with a gun in his hand Now the kids are hungry and the wife ain't well And their daddy's locked up in the prison cell Oh Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man I know it's sad but he ain't bad he's doin' the best he can Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man **********	JACOB GREEN (Johnny Cash) « © '73 House Of Cash » Jacob Green got busted for possession next mornin' early he appeared in court But he was sent to jail to wait to be tried at some later date Next mornin' early there came a sad report At the jail they took away his clothes to shame him And to make sure Jacob Green had no pride left They cut off all his hair today they found him hangin' there Afraid to face the day he killed himself It happened yesterday and if you turn your head away Somewhere in some dirty hole the scene will be rerun Not only Jacob Green but many more you've never seen It could be someone that you love gets done like Jacob Green got done It could be someone that you love gets done like Jacob Green got done Jacob's father hired a team of lawyers inspections and long inquiries were held The sheriff then retired and the papers said two guards were fired They put a brand new coat of paint on Jacob's cell But like a tomb that looks so white and shiny inside you'll find corruption never seen And somewhere out there tonight in a dirty cell without a light They'll be locking up another Jacob Green It happened yesterday... **********
NASTY DAN (Jerry Moss) « © '73 House Of Cash » Nasty Dan was the meanest man I ever knew He's stomp and scream and be real mean the whole day through He'd frown a bunch he ate nails for lunch and he'd never laugh He'd growl and yell and I hard tell that he never took a bath Nasty Dan was a nasty man hard to understand that Nasty Dan Now Nasty Dan was a nasty man the whole day long He'd go where he could he'd try real good to make things go wrong He'd jump for joy when a little boy would trip and fall And the only words that he ever said were I don't like you at all Nasty Dan was a nasty man hard to understand that Nasty Dan Now a real interesting thing that I want you to know about is this here Because it's the most important thing it concerns a girl and things klike that Now Nasty Pearl was a nasty girl that met Dan somehow She said you like me rotten as can be let's get married now So they went and they did and had a nasty kid And I must confess that Dan pretty much leaves everyone alone now And he doesn't bother anybody anymore cause he just lives in his nasty ol' house With his nasty ol' wife and his nasty ol' kid in nasty happiness Nasty Dan was a nasty man hard to understand that Nasty Dan **********	LET THERE BE COUNTRY (Shel Silverstein - Johnny Cash) « © '76 Evil Eye Music » Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care But the young ones keep on coming on the old are slow to go Let there be country and let the country grow Let there be country let the music roll along Let there be country and let me share the song No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate Webb Pierce invites the tourists in and Ray keeps them away Let there be country and let the country play Let there be country... Ernest Tubb's got all of the soul he's had for all these years Porter Wagoner's recitation still bring me to tears And when they do play Kitty Wells you know she's still the Queen Let there be country and keep the country green Let there be country... Little Jimmy Dickens still sends shivers through the crowd Mother Maybelle whispers now but the heart comes through real loud Gene Autry don't sing no more good old Tex Ritter's gone And somewhere downtown Nashville a young man just got off the bus With a guitar in his hands a pocket full of songs A lot of talent and a heart full of hope And he's gonna be the next big country star and the country wheels roll on Let there be country... Let there be country...
STRAWBERRY CAKE IN NEW YORK CITY JUST WALKING THE STREET RAN OUT OF MONEY HAD NOTHING TO EAT I STOPPED AT THE PLAZA THAT FANCY HOTEL WHERE YOU CAN CHECK IN IF YOU'RE WELL TO DO WELL THE FIRST OF JULY AND A HUNDRED AND FOUR I STOPPED AT THE PLAZAS FRONT REVOLVING DOOR I STEPPED IN THE DOOR AND WENT AROUND FOR A RIDE TREATING MYSELF TO THE COOL AIR INSIDE THEN I FOUND MYSELF IN THIS CHANDELIERED ROOM WHERE PEOPLE WERE DINING AND I HID IN THE GLOOM MY HUNGER PANGS HURT TILL I THOUGHT I WOULD BREAK WHEN A WAITER BROUGHT OUT A STRAWBERRY CAKE OH THAT STRAWBERRY CAKE OH THAT STRAWBERRY CAKE OUT IN CALIFORNIA THEM BERRYS WERE GROWN AND INTO THIS CITY THEM BERRYS WERE FLOWN FOR MAKING THAT STRAWBERRY CAKE THEN I THOUGHT OF OXNARD JUST NORTH OF L A WHARE I PICKED STRAWBERRYS FOR MANY A DAY HARD WORK WITH NO FUTURE FOR THE HARVEST WAS DONE THEN I HEADED EASTWARD A TRAVELING BY THUMB AND NOBODY WANTED ME HERE IN THIS TOWN I FELT LIKE A STRAY DOG THEY ALL KICK AROUND THEM BERRYS REMINDED ME OF MY BAD BREAKS I'M HUNGRY AND I WANT THAT STRAWBERRY CAKE I DESERVE THAT STRAWBERRY CAKE DESERVE THAT STRAWBERRY CAKE I RAN AND I GRABBED IT AND OUT THE SIDE DOOR