Country music

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Country music

Country music is about tradition, yet its
simple form lends itself to endless
variations on similar themes. Like blues —
the two genres often shared themes,
melodies and songs — country is a simple
music at its core. Most of its songs are built
around three chords and a plain melody, but
these forms are so basic, they allow for
many different styles.
History
• Country music grew out of American Southern folk music, both
Appalachian and blues, and old-time country was simple and
folky, with just fiddles, banjos, and guitars.
• Originally marketed as “hillbilly music,” which was an euphemism
for white music. In fact, during the 1920s, blues and country were
very similar in subject matter and often instrumentation, but what
divided “hillbilly” from “race” records was the skin color of the
artists.
• First commercial recording of country music was 1922’s “Sally
Gooden” by Eck Robertson
• First national country hit was by Vernon Dalhart entitled “The
Prisoner’s Song” in 1924
• As the genre progressed, old time music evolved into the
rhythmic guitar-and-fiddle driven traditional country that became
the foundation of modern country music.
“Sally Gooden” (1922)
Eck Robertson
“The Prisoner’s Song” (1924)
Oh, I wish I had someone to love me
Someone to call me their own
Oh, I wish I had someone to live with
'Cause I'm tired of livin' alone
Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight
Please meet me tonight all alone
For I have a sad story to tell you
It's a story that's never been told
I'll be carried to the new jail tomorrow
Leaving my poor darling all alone
With the cold prison bars all around me
And my head on a pillow of stone
Now I have a grand ship on the ocean
All mounted with silver and gold
And before my poor darlin' would suffer
Oh! that ship would be anchored and sold
Now if I had wings like an angel
Over these prison walls I would fly
And I'd fly to the arms of my poor darlin'
And there I'd be willing to die
Vernon Dalhart
“Billy the Kid” (1926)
Vernon Dalhart
“Wrong Road” (1927)
Hall Brothers Jazz Band
“Pretty Polly” (1927)
I used to be a rambler, I stayed around in town;
I used to be a rambler, I stayed around in the town;
I courted Pretty Polly, and her beauty has never
been found.
They went on a piece farther and what did they spy?
Went on a piece farther and what did she spy?
A new dug grave and a spade lying by.
Oh where is Pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands;
Oh where is Pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands;
With rings on her fingers, her lily-white hands.
She threw her arms around him and began for to
weep;
She threw her arms around him and began for to
weep,
At length Pretty Polly soon fell asleep.
"Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come take a walk with
me,
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come take a walk with me,
When we get married, some pleasure to see."
He threw the dirt over her and turned away to go;
Threw the dirt over her and turned away to go;
Down to the river where the deep waters flow.
He led her over hills and valleys so deep;
He led her over hills and valleys so deep;
At length, Pretty Polly, she began to weep.
"Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm 'fraid of your way;
Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm 'fraid of your way;
Your mind is to ramble and lead me astray.“
"Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you're guessing about
right;
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you're guessing about
right;
I dug on your grave, two thirds of last night."
Dock Boggs
“Danville Girl” (1927)
I went down to Danville,
Got stuck on a Danville girl;
Oh, you bet your life she's out of sight,
She wears those Danville curls.
She wears her hair on the back of her
head
Like all high-toned people do.
The very first train that leaves this town
Going to bid that girl adieu.
I don't see why I love that girl,
For she never cared for me.
But still my mind is on that girl
Wherever she may be.
A-walking about on the old
platform,
A-smoking a cheap cigar;
A-waiting for a local,
To catch an empty car.
I don't see why I love that girl,
For she never cared for me;
But still my mind is on that girl,
Wherever she may be.
Look up, look down this
lonesome road;
Hang down your head and cry;
The best of friends have to part
sometimes,
And why can't you and I.
It's forty mile through the rock,
It's sixty through the sand,
Oh, I relate to you the life
Of a-many poor married man.
Oh, standing by the railroad track,
A-resting my poor tired feet;
Nine-hundred miles away from home,
And not a bite to eat.
Dock Boggs
“The Butcher Boy” (1928)
She went upstairs to make her bed
And not one word to her mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs too
Saying, "Daughter, oh daughter, what's troublin' you?"
"Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tell
That railroad boy that I love so well.
He courted me my life away
And now at home will no longer stay."
"There is a place in yonder town
Where my love goes and he sits him down.
And he takes that strange girl on his knee
And he tells to her what he won't tell me."
Her father he came home from work
Sayin', "Where is my daughter, she seems so hurt"
He went upstairs to give her hope
An' he found her hangin' by a rope.
He took his knife and he cut her down
And on her bosom these words he found:
"Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head and feet,
And on my breast, put a snow white dove
To warn the world that I died of love."
“The Wagoner’s Lad” (1928)
Lord, hard is the fortune of all womankind.
They're always controlled, they're always confined;
Controlled by their parents until they are wives,
Then slaves to their husbands for the rest of their lives.
I been a poor girl, my fortune is sad.
I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad.
He courted me daily, by night and by day;
And now he is loaded and going away.
Your parents don't like me because I am poor;
They say I'm not worthy of entering your door.
I work for my living, my money's my own,
And if they don't like me, they can leave me alone.
Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay.
Come sit down here by me as long as you stay.
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay;
So fare you well, darling, I'll be on the way.
Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend.
Come sit down here by me as long as you can.
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand;
So fare you well, darling, no longer to stand.
“Cocaine” (1929)
Oh go on, gal, don't you take me for no fool
I'm not gonna quit you, pretty mama, while the weather's
cool
Around your back door, oh honey, I'm gonna creep
As long as you make those two and a half a week
Now I got a girl, she works in the white folk's yard
She brings me meal, I can swear she brings me lard
She brings me meat, she brings me lard
She brings me everything, I swear, that she can steal
Now Barn and Beale's circus came to town,
They had an elephant looking good and brown
They did not know it was against the law
For the monk(ey) to stop at a five drugstore
Just around the corner, just a minute too late,
Another one's standin' at the big back gate
I'm simply wild about my good cocaine
I called my Cora, hey hey
She come on sniffin' with her nose all sore,
The doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more
Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley
Now the furniture man came to my house, it was last
Sunday morn
He asked me was my wife at home and I told him she had
long gone
He backed his wagon up to my door, took everything I had
He carried it back to the furniture store and I swear I did feel
sad
Dick Justice
What in the world has anyone got for dealing with the furniture
man
If you got no dough, you stand no show, it's certain he'll back
you back
He'll take everything from an earthly plant, from a skillet to a
frying pan
If ever there was a devil born without any horns,
It must have been a furniture man
Doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more
Sayin' coke's for horses, not women nor men
The doctor said it will kill you, but he didn't say when
Now the baby's in the cradle in New Orleans, it kept a-whippin'
till it got so mean
It kept a-whippin had to fix it so (indecipherable)
Saying, run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley
The doctor swore (she's) gonna smell no more
Sayin', run doctor, ring the bell - the women in the alley
“Henry Lee” (1929)
Dick Justice
“Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
The very best lodging I can afford
Will be fair bed around thee.”
Lie there, lie there, loving Henry Lee,
‘Til the flesh drops from your bones,
The girl you have in that merry green land
Shall wait for your return.
“I can’t get down or I won’t get down
And stay all night with thee,
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love her better than thee.”
Fly down, fly down you little bird
And alight on my right knee.
Your cage will be of purest gold
And need of proverty.”
She leaned herself against the fence
Just for a kiss or two
With a little pen knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through.
“I can’t fly down or I won’t fly down
And light on your right knee
A girl who’d murder her own true love
Would kill a little bird like me.”
“Come all you ladies in the town,
A secret for me keep
With a diamond ring held on my hand
I never will forsake.
“If I had my bendin’ bow,
my arrow and my string,
I’d pierce a dart so nigh your heart
Your warble would be in vain.”
Some take him by his lily white hand
Some take him by his feet
We’ll throw him in this deep deep well,
More than one hundred feet.
“If you had your bended bow,
Your arrow and your string,
I’d fly away to the merry green land
And tell what I have seen.”
Jimmie Rodgers
(1897-1933)
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• Considered the Father of Country Music
• Born and raised in Mississippi
• Nicknamed “the Singing Brakeman”
because at the age of 14, he began
working as a brakeman for various
railroads
• Diagnosed with tuberculosis in 1924
that saw his physical condition
deteriorate to when in 1927 he could no
longer handle the labor of railroad work
• Responsible for making country music a
viable, commercially popular medium
Jimmie Rodgers
(1897-1933)
• Traveled to Bristol, TN in Aug. 1927 to
tryout for Victor talent scout Ralph
Peer
– Rodgers recorded two songs and
another group, the Carter Family was
discovered as well.
• They would emerge as the two biggest
early country music superstars
• In his second recording session, he
recorded “T for Texas” renamed “Blue
Yodel” which was the first million
selling country music song
• He became the best selling country
artist and sold out shows nationwide
“Blue Yodel #1” (1927)
T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Thelma
That gal made a wreck out of me.
If you don't want me mama
You sure don't have to stall
If you don't want me mama
You sure don't have to stall
'Cause I can get more women
Than a passenger train can haul.
I'm gonna buy me a pistol
Just as long as I'm tall, Lawd, Lawd
I'm gonna buy me a pistol
Just as long as I'm tall
I'm gonna shoot poor Thelma
Just to see her jump and fall.
I’m going where the water
drinks like cherry wine
I’m going where the water
Drinks like cherry wine
‘Cause the Georgia water tastes like turpentine
I'm gonna buy me a shotgun
With a great long shiny barrel
I'm gonna buy me a shotgun
With a great long shiny barrel
I'm gonna shoot that rounder
That stole my gal.
Rather drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
Rather drink muddy water
And sleep in a hollow log
Than to be in Atlanta
Treated like a dirty dog.
“In the Jailhouse Now” (1928)
I had a friend named Ramblin' Bob
Who used to steal, gamble and rob
He thought he was the smartest guy in
town
But I found out last Monday
That Bob got locked up Sunday
They've got him in the jailhouse way
downtown.
(Chorus)
CHORUS:
He's in the jailhouse now
He's in the jailhouse now
I told him once or twice
To quit playin' cards and shootin' dice
He's in the jailhouse now.
We're in the jailhouse now
We're in the jailhouse now
I told the judge right to his face
We didn't like to see this place
We're in the jailhouse now.
He played a game called poker
He knuckled with Dan Yoakum
But shootin' dice was his greatest game
Now he's downtown in jail
Nobody to go his bail
The judge done said that he refused the
fine.
I went out last Tuesday
Met a girl named Susie
I told her I was the swellest man around
We started to spend my money
Then she started to call me honey
We took in every cabaret in town.
“Waitin’ For A Train” (1929)
All around the water tank
Waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from
home
Sleeping in the rain.
I walked up to a brakeman
To give him a line of talk
He says if you've got money
I'll see that you don't walk.
I haven't got a nickel
Not a penny can I show
He said get off you railroad bum
And slammed the boxcar door.
He put me off in Texas
A place I surely love
Wide open spaces 'round me
The moon and stars above.
Nobody seems to want me
Or lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from 'Frisco
Goin' back to Dixieland.
My pocketbook is empty
And my heart is filled with pain
I'm a thousand miles away from home
Just waiting for a train.
“My Rough and Rowdy Ways” (1930)
For years and years I've rambled
drank my wines and gambled
But one day I thought I'd settle down
I met a perfect lady
she said she'd be my baby
We built a cottage in the old hometown
CHORUS:
But somehow I can't forget my good old rambling days
The railroad trains are calling me always
I may be rough I may be wild I may be tough and kind of vile
But I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways
Sometimes I meet a bounder
who knew me when I was a rounder
He grabs my hand and says boy have a drink
We'd go down to the poolroom
get in the gang and then soon
The daylight comes before I'd had a wink
(Chorus)
“My Blue Eyed Jane” (1931)
The sweetest girl in the world
Is my blue-eyed Jane.
We fell in love like turtledoves
While the moon was shining down.
I asked her then, I asked her when
Wedding bells would ring.
She said, "Oh, dear, it seems so queer
That this could happen here."
My little blue-eyed Jane,
You'll always be the same sweet thing,
I know you'll never change,
I love you so.
And when the sun goes down
And the shadow's creeping over town,
Then I'll come back again,
My blue-eyed Jane.
You are my little pal,
And I never knew a sweeter gal,
My little blue-eyed Jane,
I love you so.
Just meet me in the lane,
My blue-eyed Jane.
Then I'll come back again,
My blue-eyed Jane.
Janie dear, listen here,
I've come to say farewell.
The world is drear without you, dear,
But now I cannot linger here.
I'm going away this very day,
Oh please, come go with me.
I'll be sad and blue wanting you,
Longing all day through.
“Blue Yodel #9” (1931)
Standing on the corner
I didn’t mean no harm
Whena big policeman
Grabbed me by the arm
My good gal loves me
Every body knows
And she paid a hundred cash dollars
Just for me a suit of clothes
Now, it was down in Memphis
On the corner of Beale and Main
He said, “Now, hey big boy
I’m gonna have to know your name”
She come to the joint
A .44 in each hand
She said stand aside
All you women and men
Because I’m looking for man
Now, you can find my name
On the tail of my shirt
I’m a Tennessee hustler
And I never have to work
But I’m telling all you rounders
You best leave my women alone
I’ll take my .38 special
And I’ll run you rounders home
“T.B. Blues” (1931)
My good gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Lord my gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Trying to make me believe I ain't got that old TB
I've got the TB blues
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me
Cause my body rattles like a train on that old SP
I've got that old TB I can't eat a bite
Got that old TB I can't eat a bite
Got me worried so I can't even sleep at night
I've been fightin' like a lion looks like I'm going to
lose
I've been fightin' like a lion looks like I'm going to
lose
Cause there ain't nobody ever whipped the TB
blues
Gee but that graveyard is a lonesome
place
Lord but that graveyard is a lonesome
place
They put you on your back throw that mud
down in your face
“Miss the Mississippi and You” (1932)
I’m growing tired of the big city lights
Tired of the glamour, tired of the
sights
In all my dreams I am roaming once
more
Back to my home on the old river
shore
I am sad and weary
Far away from home
Missing Mississippi and you, dear
Days are dark and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Missing Mississippi and you
Roaming the wide world over
Always alone and blue, blue
Nothing seems to cheer me, under
heaven’s door
Memories are bringing happy days of yore
Mockingbirds are singing around the cabin
door
Roaming the wide world over
Always alone and blue, blue
Longing for my homeland on that muddy
water shore
I miss the Mississippi and you
“Jimmie Rodger’s Last Blue Yodel” (1933)
I love the women, I love 'em all the same
I love the women, I love 'em all the same
But I don't love nobody, well enough to change her name
Women make a fool out of me
Hey my papa scolded me, My mama she sat and cried
Oh my papa scolded me, My mama she sat and cried
I got too many women, For any little boy my size
And women make a fool out of me
When I'm in the parlor, the girls think it's a treat
Yeah when I'm in the parlor, the girls think it's a treat
‘Cause even in the wintertime, They turn off the heat
Hey, but women make a fool out of me
When I take a gal out to dinner, she hangs around my neck
When I take a gal out to dinner, she hangs around my neck
She always pays the taxi, she even pays the check
Women make a fool out of me
There was once a sweet gal, that I thought I would wed
There was once a sweet gal, that I thought I would wed
But I found out, she always ate her crackers in bed
The women make a fool out of me
Jimmie Rodgers
(1897-1933)
•
Impacted country music in the following
ways:
 Original compositions
 Popularizing yodeling
 Most covered artist in history (94% of his songs
have been covered by other musicians)
•
Musically his work was extremely varied
experimenting with jazz, jug bands,
Hawaiian, blues, and old-time western
music
•
Died 36 hours after his last recording
session in New York City due to a lung
hemorrhage, which was a complication from
tuberculosis
•
First person inducted into the Country Music
Hall of Fame, as well as in the inaugural
group for the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame
Johnny Cash
(1932-2003)
• Known as “the Man in Black”
• Witnessed his brother’s death
while Johnny was 12 which he
said profoundly impacted his
music
• Served in the Air Force for
three years in the early 1950s
• Moved to Memphis and
auditioned for Sun Records
producer Sam Phillips who
signed him
“Hey Porter” (1955)
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross
that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer
to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train,
Cause I wanna look around.
Please get my bags for me.
I need nobody to tell me now
that we're in Tennessee.
Go tell that engineer to make that
lonesome whistle scream,
We're not so far from home
so take it easy on the steam.
What time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can
see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer
to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep
to stand right up and yell.
Please open up the door.
When they stop the train I'm gonna get off first
Cause I can't wait no more.
Tell that engineer I said thanks alot,
and I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
and breathe that Southern air.
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
and I have to strain my eyes.
But ask that engineer if he will
blow his whistle please.
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
and I feel that Southern breeze.
“Cry, Cry, Cry” (1955)
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.
I think you only live to see the lights of town.
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.
When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
I lie awake at night and wait 'til you come in.
You stay a little while and then you're gone again.
Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie.
For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone.
You'll call to me but I'm gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye,"
When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry,
When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you.
You'll come back to me for a little love that's true.
I'll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why?
When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there,
It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
“I Walk the Line” (1956)
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
“Ballad of a Teenage Queen” (1958)
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could
flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy
store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever
seen)
Very soon she was a star
Pretty house and shiny car
Swimming pool and a fence around
But she missed her old home town (But she missed
her old home town)
All the world was at her door
All except the boy next door who worked at the
candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen saddest girl
we've ever seen)
She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had everything it seems
Not a care, this teenage queen (Not a care, this teenage
queen)
Other boys could offer more
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy
store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie
queen)
Then one day the teenage star
Sold her house and all her cars
Gave up all her wealth and fame
Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a
train)
Do I have to tell you more
She came back to the boy next door who worked at
the candy store
He would marry her next spring
Saved his money, bought a ring
Then one day a movie scout
Came to town to take her out (Came to town to take her out)
Hollywood could offer more
So she left the boy next door working at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen see you on the movie
screen)
(Now this story has some more, you'll hear it all at
the candy store)
“Guess Things Happen That Way” (1958)
Well you ask me if I'll forget my baby.
I guess I will, someday.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
You ask me if I'll get along.
I guess I will, someway.
God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.
You ask me if I'll miss her kisses.
I guess I will, everyday.
You ask me if I'll find another.
I don't know. I can't say.
God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.
“Don’t Take Your Guns to Town” (1958)
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away
[Chorus]
He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again
[Chorus]
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his
shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him
down
And he heard again his mothers words
[Chorus]
Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words
[Chorus]
“Ring of Fire” (1963)
Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire
(Chorus) x2
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns
the ring of fire,
the ring of fire.
The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild
(Chorus) x2
“Jackson” (1967)
We got married in a fever, hotter than a
pepper sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since
the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.
When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop
and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em
what they don't know how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.
Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and
wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make
a big fool of yourself,
You're goin' to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.
But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be
dancin' on a Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded
hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
You're goin' to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan
Fan,
Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a
pepper Sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the
fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin'
back.
Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a
pepper sprout'
And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since
the fire went...
“Folsom Prison Blues” (1968)
I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me.
Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
“A Boy Named Sue” (1969)
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
“Flesh and Blood” (1970)
Where the Silver Leaf of Maple
Sparkled in the Mornin' Dew
I braided Twigs of Willows
Made a String of Buckeye Beads;
But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need
Flesh And Blood need Flesh And Blood
And you're the one I need.
I leaned against a Bark of Birch
And I breathed the Honey Dew
I saw a North-bound Flock of Geese
Against a Sky of Baby Blue
Beside the Lily Pads
I carved a Whistle from a Reed;
Mother Nature's quite a Lady
But you're the one I need
A Cardinal sang just for me
And I thanked him for the Song
Then the Sun went slowly down the West
And I had to move along
These were some of the things
On which my Mind and Spirit feed;
But Flesh And Blood need Flesh And
Blood
And you're the one I need
So when this Day was ended
I was still not satisfied
For I knew ev'rything I touched
Would wither and would die
And Love is all that will remain
And grow from all these Seed;
Mother Nature's quite a Lady
But you're the one I need
“Man in Black” (1971)
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.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have
died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
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.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few
things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
I wear the black for those who 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 lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a 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 mournin' for the lives that could have
been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
“Hurt” (2002)
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
[Chorus]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
[Chorus]
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Johnny Cash
(1932-2003)
• Married June Carter, daughter of
Maybelle Carter, in 1968
• Famous for his prison concerts
• At 48, he was the youngest living
inductee to the Country Music Hall of
Fame
• Died of complications from pneumonia
only four months after his wife of 35
years died.
• His music had an extremely unique
sound that crossed the boundaries
between country and pop including 48
hits on the pop charts
Kitty Wells
(1918-2012)
• Queen of Country Music
• First solo female country star
• Known for her very pro-feminist lyrics
• Inductee to the Country Music Hall of
Fame and winner of the Grammy
Lifetime Achievement Award in 1991
“It Wasn’t God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels” (1952)
As I sit here tonight the jukebox playin'
The tune about the wild side of life
As I listen to the words you are sayin'
It brings memories when I was a trusting wife
It wasn't God who made Honky Tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong
It's a shame that all the blame is on us women
It's not true that only you men feel the same
From the start most every heart that's ever broken
Was because there always was a man to blame
It wasn't God who made Honky Tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong
Patsy Cline
(1932-1963)
• Known for her ability to have
country hits crossover to the pop
charts
• Responsible for setting a
prototype for commercial
Nashville country with lush
orchestral arrangements, with
weeping strings and backup
vocals.
• Died in a plane crash at the age
30, while still near the peak of
her career
“Walkin’ After Midnight” (1956)
I go out walkin' after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just like we used to do
I'm always walkin' after midnight searchin' for you
I walk for miles along the highway
Well, that's just my way
Of sayin' I love you
I'm always walkin' after midnight, searchin' for you
CHORUS:
I stop to see a weepin' willow
Cryin' on his pillow
Maybe he's cryin' for me
And as the skies turn gloomy
Night winds whisper to me
I'm lonesome as I can be
I go out walkin' after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just hopin' you may be
Somewhere a-walkin' after midnight, searchin' for me
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT LAST VERSE
“I Fall to Pieces” (1960)
I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend
You want me to act
Like we've never kissed
You want me to forget
Pretend we've never met
And I try and I try
But I haven't yet
You walk by and I fall to pieces
I fall to pieces
Each time someone speaks your name
I fall to pieces
Time only adds to the pain
You tell me to find someone else to love
Someone who loves me too
The way you used to do
But each time I go out with someone new
You walk by and I fall to pieces
“Crazy” (1961)
Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday you'd leave me for
somebody new
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wond'ring what in the world did I do?
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you.
Tammy Wynette
(1942-1998)
• Scored 17 number one hits in the
late 1960s to early 1970s
• Defined the role of the female
vocalist in country music
• Married and recorded with
country star George Jones
“Stand By Your Man” (1968)
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times
Doin things that you don't understand
But if you love him
You'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him
Oh, be proud of him
Cause after all he's just a man
Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
when nights are cold and lonely
Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man
Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man
“D-I-V-O-R-C-E” (1968)
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T.O.Y or maybe S.U.R.P.R.I.S.E
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me.
Our D.I.V.O.R.C.E becomes final today
Me and little J.O.E will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H.E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas
Or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C.U.S.T.O.D.Y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin' words
And turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell a way this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek.
Our D.I.V.O.R.C.E becomes final today
Me and little J.O.E will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H.E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
“Okie From Muskogee” (1968)
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;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.
Merle Haggard
Outlaw Country
• 1970s movement in country
music to gain creative control
from producers in the recording
studio
• The artist now could choose his
songs, producer, musicians, etc.
• Key artists: Waylon Jennings,
Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson,
and David Allan Coe
“Good Hearted Woman” (1978)
Well, a long time forgotten
Dreams have just fell by the way
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today
But she never complains of the bad times
Or bad things he's done
She just talks about the good times they've had
And all the good times to come.
CHORUS:
She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways
She don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter,
They'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.
He likes the bright light, the nite life
And good-timin' friends
When the party's all over
She'll welcome him back home again
She don't understand him,
But she does the best that she can
This good-hearted woman
Lovin' a good-timin' man.
CHORUS
“Mama, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up
to be Cowboys” (1978)
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
CHORUS:
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong he's just different
but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
Chorus x2
“Don’t You Think This Outlaw Bit’s Done
Got Out of Hand” (1978)
I'm for the law and order the way it should be
This song's about the night they spent protecting you from me
Someone called us outlaws in some old magazine
And New York sent a posse down like I ain't ever seen.
Don't you think this outlaw bit's done got out of hand
What started out to be a joke the law don't understand
Was it singing through my nose that got me busted by the man
Maybe this here outlaw bit's done got out of hand out of hand.
We were wrapped up in our music that's why we never saw
The car pulls up the boys get out and the room fills up with law
They came boundin' through the backdoor in the middle of a song
They got me for possession for something that was gone long gone.
Don't you think this outlaw bit's done got out of hand
What started out to be a joke the law don't understand
Was it singing through my nose that got me busted by the man
Maybe this here outlaw bit's done got out of hand out of hand.
Don't you think this outlaw bit's done got out of hand...
“On the Road Again” (1980)
On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the
highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the
highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Garth Brooks
(1962-present)
• Pivotal figure in country history
• Merged country, honky tonk,
post-folk-rock sensitive
singer/songwriter sensibilities,
and brought country music to a
mass audience
• Before Brooks it was
inconceivable country artists
would sell more than 1 million
albums
• Incorporated rock n’ roll concert
theatrics at stadium shows
“If Tomorrow Never Comes” (1989)
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
“Much Too Young (to Feel This Damn Old) (1989)
This ol' highway's getting longer
Seems there ain't no end in sight
To sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest
I've got to ride in Denver tomorrow night
I called the house but no one answered
For the last two weeks no one's been home
I guess she's through with me, to tell the truth I just can't see
What's kept the woman holding on this long
And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
The competition's getting younger
Tougher broncs, you know I can't recall
The worn out tape of Chris LeDoux, lonely women and bad booze
Seem to be the only friends I've left at all
And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old
“The Dance” (1989)
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have chanced it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance
“Thunder Rolls” (1990)
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been
“Friends in Low Places” (1990)
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain
CHORUS:
'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places
Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
Everything's all right
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I'll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you're livin' in
(Chorus)
I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
And everything is alright
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just wait 'til I finish this glass
Then sweet little lady
I'll head back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass
“Rodeo” (1991)
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his love's in Tulsa
And she knows he's gonna go
Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo
Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls him
And her back's against the wall
And it's "So long girl, I'll see you"
When it's time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
It's dust and mud
It's cowboy hats
It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken
bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call rodeo
It's dust and mud
It's cowboy hats
It's the broncs and the blood
It's the steers and the mud
“The River” (1991)
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores.. and
CHORUS:
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide.. yes
(Chorus)
And there's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all.. yes
(Chorus)
Yes, I will sail my vessel
“Standing Outside the Fire” (1993)
We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all
They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
CHORUS:
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide
Chorus x2
“Callin’ Baton Rouge” (1993)
I spent last night in the arms
Of a girl in Louisiana
And though I'm out on the highway
My thoughts are still with her
Such a strange combination of a woman and
a child
Such a strange situation stoppin' every
hundred miles
Callin' Baton Rouge
A replay of last night's events
Roll through my mind
Except a scene or two
Erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead
So I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee
And a couple dollars change
Callin' Baton Rouge
Operator won't you put me on through
I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge
Hurry up won't you put her on the line
I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time
Hello Samantha dear, I hope you're feelin'
fine
And it won't be long until I'm with you all
the time
But until then I'll spend my money up right
down to my last dime
Callin' Baton Rouge
Operator won't you put me on through
I gotta' send my love down to Baton
Rouge
Hurry up won't you put her on the line
I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time
Callin' Baton Rouge
Sweet Baton Rouge, my Baton Rouge
Garth Brooks
(1962-present)
• Best selling country music artist
ever
• Released an alternative album
under the pseudonym Chris
Gains in 1999, which was a
massive flop
• Retired in 2001 to focus on
family life
• Married fellow country artist
Trisha Yearwood in 2006
Shania Twain
(1965-present)
• Best selling female country
music artist ever despite only
releasing 4 studio albums
• Come on Over album is the best
selling country album of all-time
with over 20 million copies sold
• In many ways, she was the first
country artist to fully exploit
MTV's style by creating a sexy,
video-oriented image
“No One Needs to Know” (1995)
Am I dreamin' or stupid?
I think I've been hit by Cupid
But no one needs to know right now
I met a tall, dark and handsome man
And I've been busy makin' big plans
I got my heart set, my feet wet
And he don't even know it yet
I'll tell him someday some way somehow
But I'm gonna keep it a secret for now
I want bells to ring, a choir to sing
The white dress the guests the cake the
car the whole darn thing
I'll tell him someday some way somehow
But I'm gonna keep it a secret for now
We'll have a little girl a little boy
A little Benji we call Leroy
And I'm not lonely anymore at night
And he don't know only only he can make
it right
And I'm not lonely anymore at night
And he don't know only only he can make
it right
I'm not dreamin' or stupid
But boy have I been hit by Cupid
No one needs to know right now...
“You’re Still the One” (1997)
Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday
They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong
CHORUS
They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong
You're still the one
CHORUS
CHORUS:
(you're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(you're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night
Ain't nothing better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missing
I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
“That Don’t Impress Me Much” (1997)
I've known a few guys who thought they
were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up
the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
CHORUS:
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the
touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're
alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle
of the night
That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in
his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair
oughtta lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta
place
CHORUS
You're one of those guys who likes to shine
his machine
You make me take off my shoes before
you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin',
right!
CHORUS x2
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or
something...
Oo-Oh-Oh
That don't impress me much!
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-No
Alright! Alright!
You're Tarzan!
Captain Kirk maybe.
John Wayne.
Whatever!
That don't impress me much!

Country music

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