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Merle Haggard The Ultimate Collection

Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While Mama used to

If we make it through December Everythings gonna be all right I know It's the coldest time of winter And I shivver when I see the fallin snow If we

When LEONARD finally came to California He was twenty-one years old as I recall He loved to write a song and pick the guitar And he came to hang a Gold

Verse 1: Memories and drinks don't mix too well. And jukebox records don't play those wedding bells. Starin' at the world through the bottom of a glass

Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws, Good dogs and all kinds of cats. Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs, But I stand right

We left home when were barely past eleven-teen We've been back and fourth and all around through hell and rain I've loved you half of your life and Ill

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached

Wish I was down on some blue bayou, With a bamboo cane stuck in the sand. But the road I'm on, don't seem to go there, So I just dream, keep on bein'

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street; We like livin' right, and bein'