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(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a Friday night
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking ‘bout cars and dreamin’ bout women
Never had a plan just a livin’ for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin’ and a little ‘bout love
Well we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy
I was willing but she wasn’t ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but I didn’t go home
Chorus
Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin’ and a little ‘bout love
© 1992 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. By Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
(Bob McDill)
She's been playin' in a room on the Strip
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
And she only ages
She's been readin' about Nashville and all the records that everybody's buying
Says 'I'm a simple girl myself grew up on Long Island'
So she packs her bags to try to her hand
Says this might be my last chance
She's gone country, look at them boots
She's gone country, back to her roots
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
She's gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene’s dead, but he's holding out in the village
He's been writing songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege
He says I don’t believe in money, but a man could make him a killin'
'Cause some of that stuff don't sound much different than Dylan
I hear down there it's changed you see
They're not as backward as they used to be
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes
Well, he commutes to L.A., but he's got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up, and the pop scene just ain't on the rally
And he says honey I'm a serious composer schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days this ain't no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy, this shouldn't take long
Be back in the money in no time at all'
Chorus
Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, oh back to his roots
He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah we've gone country
The whole world's gone country
© 1994 PolyGram International Publishing, Inc., Ranger Bob Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)
This old bar stools feeling higher
As a started sinkin’ lower
The minute that she waltzed right through that door
Not long ago I held her, like a fool I went and left her
Now she's with somebody new out on that floor
She's got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
She's showin’ me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's tellin’ me I’m over you
She's got the rhythm and I got the blues
Well that music's gettin' louder
As my heart keeps beatin' faster
As she spells out regret in perfect time
Well I thought I wanted freedom but that ball and chain I need them
Cause when you choose sometimes you lose the prize
Chorus
She’s got the rhythm and I got the blues
She’s showin’ me how much I had to lose
Wither her every little move she’s tellin’ me I’m over you
She’s got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
With her every little move she’s tellin’ me I’m over you
She’s got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
© 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Sometimes You Win Music, adm. by All Nations Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Don Sampson)
Midnight in Montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road
I was on my way to mobile for a big New Years Eve show
I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town
Put my collar up, I found his name and felt the wind die down
And a drunken man in a cowboy suit took me by surprise
Wearing shiny boots, a nude suit and haunting haunted eyes
He said friend it’s good to see you, it’s nice to know you care
Then the wind picked up and he was gone or was he ever really there
It’s midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whippoorwill
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that lonesome chill
When the wind its right you’ll hear his song
Smell whiskey in the air
Midnight in Montgomery
He’s always singing there
I climbed back on my eagle
Took one last look around
Through red taillights
A shadow moved slow across the ground
Off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passing by
And I could hear that whistle moaning
I’m so lonesome I could cry
It’s midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whippoorwill
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that lonesome chill
When the wind its right, you’ll hear his songs
Smell whiskey in the air
Midnight in Montgomery
He’s always singing there
He’s always singing there
Hank’s always singing there
©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. / Golden Reed Music, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(George Jones, Roger Miller)
If you wanna drive a big limousine
I'll buy the longest one you've ever seen
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
If you wanna own a great big mansion
Well I'll give it my utmost attention
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
Well I'm a fool over you
It may take a while but I'll prove it's true
Well if it's lovin' you want well I've got it
If it's money you want the I'll get it
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
If you wanna take a trip across the ocean
I'll travel anywhere you take a notion
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
If you wanna own a great mansion
Well I'll give it my utmost attention
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
Hey I'm a fool over you
It may take a while but I'll prove it's true
Well if it's lovin' you want then I've got it
If it's money you want well I'll get it
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
Yeah I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
© 1957 (renewed) Trio Music Co., Inc. / Fort Knox Music (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
Daddy won a radio
Tuned it to a country show
I was rockin’ in the cradle
To the cryin’ of a steel guitar
Mama used to sing to me
Taught me that sweet harmony
Now she worries ‘cause she never thought
I’d ever really take it this far
Singin’ in the bars
Chasin’ that neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
All I’ve ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin’ that neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
An atlas and a coffee cup
Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
Heading down to Houston for a show on Saturday night
This overhead is killin’ me
Half the time I sing for free
But when the crowd’s into it
Lord it makes this thing I’m doing seem right
Standin’ in the spotlight
Chorus
Daddy’s got a radio
He won it thirty years ago
He said “Son I just now we’re gonna hear you singin’ on it someday”
I made it up to Music Row
But Lordy don’t the wheels turn slow
Still I wouldn’t trade a minute
And I wouldn’t have it any other way
Just show me to the stage
Chorus
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / SBK April Music, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson)
Here we are
Talkin' bout forever
Both know damn well
It's not easy together
We've both felt love
We've both felt pain
I'll take the sunshine
Over the rain
And I'll try
To love only you
And I'll try
My best to be true
Oh darlin', I'll try
So I'm not scared
It's worth a chance to me
Take my hand
Let's face eternity
Well I can't tell you
That I'll never change
But I can swear
That in every way
Chorus
I'm not perfect
Just another man
But I will give you
All that I am
Chorus
I'll try
To be true to you
I'll try
I'll try
To always love you
I'll try
©1995 WB Music Corp.,Yee Haw Music , Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Roger Murrah, Keith Stegall)
Don’t rock the jukebox
I wanna hear some Jones cause
My heart ain’t ready
For the Rolling Stones
I don’t feel like rockin’
Since my baby’s gone
So don’t rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
Before you drop that quarter
Keep one thing in mind
You got a heartbroke hillbilly
Standing here in line
I’ve been down and lonely
Ever since she left
Before you punch that number
Could I make one request
Chorus
I ain’t got nothin’
Against rock and roll
But when your heart’s been broken
You need a song that’s slow
There ain’t nothing like a steel guitar
To drown a memory
Before you spend your money baby
Play a song for me
Chorus
Don’t rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
© 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Murrah Music (adm. by Murrah Music Corp.), Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI) / Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson)
Two young people without a thing
Say some vows and spread their wings
Settle down with just what they need
Livin’ on love
She don’t care 'bout what’s in style
She just likes the way he smiles
It takes more than marble and tile
Livin’ on love
Livin’ on love, buyin’ on time
Without somebody nothing ain’t worth a dime
Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
Livin’ on love
It sounds simple that’s what you're thinkin'
But love can walk through fire without blinkin'
It doesn’t take much when you get enough
Livin' on love
Two old people without a thing
Children gone but still they sing
Side by side in that front porch swing
Livin’ on love
He can’t see anymore
And she can barely sweep the floor
Hand in hand they'll walk through that door
Just livin’ on love
Chorus
No it doesn’t take much when you get enough
Livin' on love
©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
(Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart)
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom 'n' papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well I called my congressman and he said quote
"I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
©1958 (Renewed) Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) -
(Keith Stegall/ Carson Chamberlain)
I called my doctor on the telephone
Help me Doc, there’s something wrong
I can’t shake it it’s gone too far
He said, tell me what your symptoms are
I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak
I can’t eat and I can’t sleep
It’s turning me every way but loose
He said it sounds like love’s got a hold on you
No doubt love’s got a hold on you
I told my buddies I was settlin’ down
No more of this running ‘round
They looked at me like I was a fool
And said, come on tell us what’s wrong with you
Chorus
Well I tossed and turned til the morning light
Holding my pillow hanging on for life
There ain’t nothing I can do
They said it sounds like love’s got a hold on you
Sounds like love’s got a hold on you
© 1991 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. / Just Cuts Music (BMI), adm. by Patti Hurt -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride0
A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head
There’s one lonely pillow on my double bed
I’ve got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you can’t have it all
My rooms decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
I’ve got precious memories at my beck and call
Who says you can’t have it all
I’ve got everything a broken heart needs
I’m doing fine don’t you worry ‘bout me
‘Cause I’m lord and master
Of a fools Taj Mahal
Who says you cant have it all
Chorus
Oh who says you can’t have it all
©1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. by Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson)
In a small town down in Georgia over forty years ago
Her maiden name was musick when she met that jackson boy
They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name
But they believed the one you vowed to love
Should always stay that same
On the land his daddy gave them a foundation under way
For a love to last forever or until their dying day
They built a bond that’s strong enough to stand the test of time
And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind
And they made their house from a tool shed, grandaddy rolled down on two logs
And they built walls all around it and they made that house a home
They taught us bout good living
They taught is right and wrong
Lord there’ll never be another place in this world
That Ill call home
My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me
She found her strength with faith in God and love of family
She never had a social life, home was all she knew
Except the time she took a job to play a bill or two
My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired
He never earned much money, but he gave us all he had
He never made the front page but he did the best he could
And folks drove their cars from miles around
To let him look underneath the hood
Chorus
No there’ll never be another place in this world that I’ll call home
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Sun Music, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Charlie Craig)
Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me
I need to place an ad with you today
No ma’am, tomorrow may be too late
Id like to have it started right away
What’s that, no this is personal
I’m not buying or selling anything
Yes ma’am, I know just what to say
I wrote it down, this is how it should read
Wanted one good-hearted woman
To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved
Wanted just one chance to tell her
How much he stills loves her
He can’t be sorry enough
What’s that, no that’s all I want to say
I just hope these few lines will get to her
Yes ma’am, she means everything
And I hope she comes back when she reads these words
Chorus
Wanted
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson, Ron Jackson, Andy Loftin)
Well I was sittin’ in a roadhouse down on highway 41
You were wipin’ off some ketchup on a table that was done
I know you didn't see me I was in a corner booth
Of course you weren't my waitress mine was missing her front tooth
So I flagged you down for coffee but I couldn't say a thing
But I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
So I ordered straight tequila a little courage in a shot
I asked you for a date and then I asked to tie the knot
I got a little wasted, yeah I went a little far
But I finally got to hug you when you helped me to my car
The last thing I remember I heard myself say
I'm in love with you baby I don't even know your name
Chorus
The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells
Standing by a woman in a long white lacy veil
I raised the veil, she smiled at me without her left front tooth
And I said where the heel am I and just who the hell are you
She said I was your waitress and our last name's now the same
Cause I’m married to you baby and I don't even know your name
Yeah I'm married to a waitress I don't even know her name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
I never thought my love life would quite turn out this way
Hey I'm married to a waitress and I don't even know her name
©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Keith Stegall)
Dallas packed her suitcase
And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
She made leaving me look easy
I wish she’d made it look a little harder
I took her out of Texas
When she was just a girl
But old Tennessee and me
Couldn’t take Texas out of her
On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
If I could move Texas east
Then she’d be here with me
Then nothin’ else would come between the two of us
If Dallas was in Tennessee
By now she’s leaving Memphis
And everything we had behind her
Lord I hope the gold band on her hand
Will serve as a reminder
That true love is a treasure
That’s very seldom found
But you can’t stay together if there’s no common ground
On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
If I could move Texas east
Then she’d be here with me
Then nothin’ else would come between the two of us
If Dallas was in Tennessee
Oh if Dallas was in Tennessee
Dallas packed her suitcase
And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson, Mark Irwin)
Cowboys don’t cry, and heroes don’t die
Good always wins, again and again
Love is a sweet dream that always comes true
Oh, if life were like the movies, Id never be blue
Chorus
But here in the real world
Its not that easy at all
cause when hearts get broken
Its real tears that fall
And darlin’ its sad but true
But the one thing I’ve learned from you
Is how the boy don’t always get the girl
Here in the real world
I gave you my love, but that wasn’t enough
To hold your heart when times got rough
And tonight on that silver screen
It’ll end like it should
Two lovers will make it through
Like I hoped we would
Repeat
Repeat chorus
No, the boy don’t always get the girl
Here in the real world
© 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Ten Ten Tunes (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson/ Jim McBride)
She looked me in the eye and said it’s over
I can’t take this heartache anymore
She said don’t tell me lies and try to please me
I’ve heard it all so many times before
I took her by the arm and said don’t leave me
There’s nothin’ in this world I wouldn’t do
Just give me time I’ll be the man you’ve needed
She said I wish that I could take that for the truth
And I said someday
I’ll get my life straight
And she said it’s too late
What’s done is done
And I told her someday
She said I can’t wait
Cause sometimes someday just never comes
She said all I’ve ever wanted was to love you
And somewhere deep inside me I still do
But now I think its time I stopped believin’
Cause I’m never gonna see a change in you
And I said someday
I’ll get my life straight
And she said it’s too late
What’s done is done
And I told her someday
She said I can’t wait
Cause sometimes someday just never comes
Sometimes someday just never comes
© 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seveth Son Music, Inc. / EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Robert L. Geddins, K.C. Douglas)
Well, if I had money
Tell you what I’d do
I’d go downtown and buy a Mercury or two
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, the girl I love
I stole her from a friend
He got lucky, stole her back again
She heard he had a Mercury
Lord, she’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I;m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, how now mama
You look so fine
Ridin’ round in your Mercury ‘49
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, my baby went out
She didn’t stay long
Bought herself a Mercury, come a cruisin’ home
She’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Yeah, She’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, if I had money
I tell you what I’d do
I’d go downtown and buy a Mercury or two
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
©1970 B-Flat Music / Tradition Music (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson)
Has it been ten years
Since we said “I do”
I’ve always heard marriage made one seem like two
But you’re looking better than you did back then
You still make this old heart give in
And if I had it to do all over
I’d do it all over again
If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
I’d love you all over again
The preacher man said “Til death do us part”
That seemed like forever to a young man’s heart
Now the days seem much shorter
The longer we love
And the memories just keep adding up
Chorus
If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
I’d love you all over again
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP)