had often heard before A happy kind of sadness brought a teardrop to my eye Now I'll tell you what I saw there and I'm sure that you'll see why Jimmie
call, comes to call) There I was on those Sawdust streets of gold And I saw Conway Twitty And there was Keith Willy Before I could Hank Williams I
prolific? Yes sir indeed Really who are you to be questionin' me See how I maneuver so effortlessly You'll be hard pressed to find a fresher MC Hey why you headin' my way? What you
songs Yodellehe, cowboy songs Just me and my beat up ole guitar Cowboy songs, yodellehe, cowboy songs Well, maybe one of these cowboy songs Is gonna make me a star Now Hank Williams
true. But when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you. Yeah, when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you.
, Kid Rock don't come from where I come from: Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank: If you even thought so, god-damn, you're fucking
-picker, Ernie Ford Jimmy Rodgers, George Morgan, Hank Williams And the wandering boy, Web Pierce The old honky tonker himself, Lefty Frizzell My goodness, what a group Would you
Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues Winter's walkin' up the avenue I ain't seen the sunshine Since the sixth of June but I tell you this Don't call
along the woodland through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call You're travelin' through the
all that I can give you is my heart Your love can't be bought for any price I know Though I'd give anything to call you mine But thank God you want
all the other things You know if you could capture all the love that we found in that old chair Why you could wipe out all the hatred in this old world And you
When the nighttime comes fallin' down I jump in my pickup and head out of town I ride on out to the country and call up my sweet honey And we'll mess
I had that dream again the same one I've had before I heard you call my name saw you standing at the door I reached out to hold you but you faded away
talkin' bout all the worries that a country music singer has I said old Red I reckon it's not that bad He said yeah you're workin' a lot now and you'll
I'd like to tell a story if you folks wouldn't mind But this one is true and it really happened in that little hometown of mine There was a kind old colored
no more [ guitar - piano - fiddle - steel ] Well you're just in time to turn around and drive your buggy back to town You lookedf me up I turned you down and I won't be home no more You
combers waiting for the tide. Farmers daughter waiting for the salesman to take her into town.The city slicker's waiting for the countryboy to lay all his money down. You
that he didn't even know Don you know, you know You used to work for me one time? I sure know that come but come to think of it You fired my ass back