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Can't Pay The Bill
03:05
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Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well
Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well,
I can’t get ill, I can’t get ill
I can’t afford to pay the bill
To pay the bill, to pay the bill, to pay the bill, to pay the bill
Lord keep me strong, Lord keep me strong
Lord keep me strong, Lord keep me strong
I can’t get sick, I can’t get sick
I can’t afford to fill the script
Fill the script, fill the script, fill the script, fill the script
Lord keep me right, lord keep me right
Lord keep me right, lord keep me right
Build my endurance, build my endurance
I can’t afford the health insurance
The health insurance, the health insurance,
The health insurance, the health insurance
Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well
Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well
I can’t get ill, I can’t get ill
I can’t afford to pay the bill
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Mama's Fried Potatoes
02:27
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I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us
But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes
Shuck some corn, break some beans
Lord knows how I miss them things
Round here, way out here
I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us
But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes
The old sweet corn is ripening back home
And I’m out here all alone
Out here, way out here
I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us
But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes
Papa’s makin’ chili and casserole
And I’m out here all alone
Out here, way out here
I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us
But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes
Shuck some corn, break some beans
Lord knows how I miss them things
Round here, way out here
I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us
But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes
The old sweet corn is ripening back home
And I’m out here all alone
Out here, way out here
I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us
But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes
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Worn Out Shoe
04:12
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Worn out memories, and a worn out shoe
Guess I’m getting a little, worn out too
If there’s one things I’ve learned after all this road
Its that you don’t know as much as you thought you know
Sometimes I lose, sometimes I get lucky
From San Antone to East Kentucky
Worn out shirts, worn out pants
I’ll wear you out if, I get the chance
If theres one things I’ve learned after all this road
Its that you don’t know as much as you thought you know
Sometimes I lose, sometimes I get lucky
From San Antone to East Kentucky
Worn out brakes, worn out shocks
Worn out pretty much, everything I got
If there’s one thing I’ve learned after all this road
Its that you don’t know as much as you thought you know
Sometimes I lose, sometimes I get lucky
From San Antone to East Kentucky.
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4. |
DT's Or The Devil
03:00
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Whiskey and Vodka ain’t no breakfast food
Excuse me won’t ya. I don’t want to be rude
You ain’t no angel so I won’t take it back
Is it DT’s or the Devil that makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
Hard living hard liquor that ain’t living well
Your heart and liver died and gone to hell
Angels in heaven they aren’t made like that
Is it the DT’s or the Devil that makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
That makes you shake like that
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5. |
Your Cousin's On Cops
03:53
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Cops is in Speedway at some trailer park
And I’m sittin’ watchin’ on TV, sittin’ in the dark
Cops is in Speedway and your Cousin’s on Cops, your
Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on cops, your Cousin’s
On Cops
Cops rolls up onto this double wide
Camera’s rollin’ goin’ on inside
Cops is in speedway and your Cousin’s on cops, your
Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s
On Cops
Is someone hurt has someone been killed
Naw she took a handful of her baby’s daddy’s momma’s
Pills
Cops is in speedway and your Cousin’s on Cops, your
Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s
On Cops
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In Vietnam he fought a war
Came back, lived with his mama until he died at 54
But everybody always swore
He could have been so much more
But everybody always swore
He could have been so much more
And the water tower’s heart is sore
John Hughes is dead he’s here no more
The water tower’s heart is sore
John Hughes is dead he’s here no more
His Lincoln rolled down union and turned onto main
Going down to the post office everyday just the same
But everybody always swore
He could have been so much more
But everybody always swore
He could have been so much more
And the water tower’s heart is sore
John Hughes is dead he’s here no more
His Lincoln just sits quiet the town is growing cold
John Hughes is dead and we are growing old
But everybody always swore
He could have been so much more
But everybody always swore
He could have been so much more
And the water tower’s heart is sore
John Hughes is dead he’s here no more
The water tower’s heart is sore
John Hughes is dead he’s here no more
In Vietnam he fought a war
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7. |
The Creek's Are All Bad
02:45
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Had a good day at the fishin’ hold you filled up your sack
But if you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna throw ‘em back
Cause there’s PBC’s in the catfish
And Mercury in the bass
You can’t eat the fish
Cause the creeks are all bad
Way back in granddad’s day, you caught a fish you’d eat it
Gut it, clean it, butter it, and then you would heat it
Cause there’s PBC’s in the catfish
And Mercury in the bass
You can’t eat the fish
Cause the creeks are all bad
All the folks responsible oughtta be ashamed
If it was up to me they would all be hanged
Cause there’s PBC’s in the catfish
And Mercury in the bass
You can’t eat the fish
Cause the creeks are all bad
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8. |
Them Old Days Are Gone
02:46
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I’ve been gone a long while now
But lately I’ve been back around
Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back
Oh mamma, I think I’ll be traveling now
They chew you up and spit you out
They never build up they always build out
I never thought I’d miss that old hole we used to fish
Oh mamma its just a strip mall now
Homemade Halloween costume, flour paste instead of glue
When things were homemade I used to be so ashamed
Now mamma, I couldn’t be more proud
Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back
Oh mamma, I think I’ll be traveling now
Living my life stuck in a van
Living in a way you can’t understand
Mamma used to say you’ll be president someday
Oh mamma how I have let you down
They chew you up and spit you out
They never build up they always build out
I never thought I’d miss that old hole we used to fish
Oh mamma its just a strip mall now
Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back
Oh mamma I think I’ll be traveling now
I never thought I’d miss that old hole we used to fish
Oh mamma its just a strip mall now
Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back
Oh mamma, I think I’ll be traveling now
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The hardware and the grocery have gone away
But they got low prices everyday
Three jobs go they bring in two
Whats a working fella supposed to do
Walmart killed the Country Store
Walmart killed Country Store
The factory closed they couldn’t compete
With slave labor sweatshops across the sea
Put your little town on the map
With four football fields of Chinese crap
Walmart killed the Country Store
Walmart killed the Country Store
They discriminate by race and age
Won’t pay nobody a living wage
Walmart’s here let’s all rejoice
Everyone else is gone and we ain’t got a choice
Walmart killed Country Store
Walmart killed Country Store
Walmart killed Country Store
Walmart killed Country Store
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10. |
I'd Love You Baby
03:01
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I’d love you baby, if I could
I’d love you baby, I don’t think I should
Cause I got another and she does real good
I’d love you baby, if I could
Can’t love you baby, can’t make you mine
Can’t love you baby, no sense in tryin’
Cause I got another, she does just fine
Can’t love you baby, can’t make you mine
Can’t hold you baby, can’t hold you tight
Can’t hold you baby, all through the night
Cause I got another and she does me right
Can’t hold you baby, all through the night
I’d love you baby, if I could
I’d love you baby, I don’t think I should
Cause I got another and she does real good
I’d love you baby, if I could
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Found a penny, a penny, its heads up
Gonna put it in my shoe, in my shoe, for luck
Why is everybody always getting paid but me?
Why is everybody always getting paid but me?
Reach in my pocket, my pocket, it’s just lent
If I get any money, any money, it’s spent
Why is everybody always getting paid but me?
Why is everybody always getting piad but me?
Why is everybody always getting paid but me?
Why is everybody always getting piad but me?
Giving a percentage, a percentage over there
Giving a percentage, a percentage everywhere
Why is everybody always getting paid but me?
Why is everybody always getting piad but me?
Why is everybody always getting paid but me?
Why is everybody always getting piad but me?
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12. |
What's Mine Is Yours
02:48
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Cry love and it don’t mean a thing
Cry love and no one’s listening
What’s mine is yours
What’s your ain’t mine
You made me the dog you like to whip
You made me the captain and sunk the ship
What’s mine is yours
What’s yours ain’t mine
You lie and I’m the one that’s hurt
You lie and I have to eat dirt
What’s mine is yours
What’s yours ain’t mine
You made me the dog you like to whip
You made me the captain and sunk the ship
What’s mine is yours
What’s yours ain’t mine
What’s mine is yours
What’s yours ain’t mine
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13. |
Persimmon Song
02:05
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Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women
Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Fried biscuits, fried biscuits, apple butter lord how I miss it.
Fried biscuits, fried biscuits, apple butter lord how I miss it.
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Giant fried, giant fried, tenderloin, I know where I’m going
Giant fried, giant fried, tenderloin, I know where I’m going
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women
Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana
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