I only meant to love you, don't you know it, babe? Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave I've given you my heart, and now you want my mind Your love scares me to death, girl, 'cause it's the chokin' kind You can kill a man with bullets, poison, or a knife But it hurts him more to take his pride and ruin his life Whatever it is you want, girl, I hope you find But that hat don't fit my head 'cause it's the chokin' kind When you fall in love again, girl, take a tip from me If you don't like the peaches, walk on by the tree Find what you want and keep it, treat it sweet and kind But let it breathe and don't let go of the chokin' kind Let it breathe, don't let go, your love is the chokin' kind

I only meant to love you Didn't you know it babe, didn't you know it Why couldn't you be content With the love I gave, oh yeah I gave you my heart But you wanted my mind, oh yeah Your love scared me to death, girl Oh, it's the chokin' kind, that's all it is You can kill a man With a bottle of poison or a knife, I know you can And hurt him more to take his pride and run his life Oh, it's a shame girl Whatever you want girl I surely hope you find, oh yeah I tell you that hat don't fit my head Oh, it's the chokin' kind It makes me wanna Oh yeah, oh listen to me When you fall in love again girl Take a tip from me, oh yeah If you don't like the peach don't bite the tree That's what you better do, honey Find what you want girl Keep it, treat it, sweet and kind, oh yeah Oh let it breathe Don't make it the chokin' kind Oh no, don't break your heart baby Oh no, I know you love me really I do, honey I tell you your love scares me to death girl It's the chokin' kind, that's all it is I got to say it again It's that old chokin' kind

It's like being in love You rob your own mind and defile your bed You ignore the fate of the players who both end up dead And you pretend for us and you pretend for them This fairytale will make them jealous of you But it's not the kind, the kind that you talked about And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind She is feeding you and you lie with her And for the first time your right arm becomes useful As you sin with it, you wanna cut it off But instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do But it's not the kind, the kind that you talked about And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind And she is feeding you and you lie with her And for the first time your right arm becomes useful As you sin with it, you wanna cut it off But instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do (Yeah well then you thought wrong) ('Cause you can't serve God and money) (You can serve one or the other) You cut the cord today with God's hand to hold yours steady He waits for you to apply the pressure The warmth of his breath wrapped in his words As he repeats his truth, after truth, after truth, after truth After truth, after truth, after truth, after truth, after- But it's just the kind, the kind you talked about And it's just the kind that clothes your mind with Christ He is feeding you and you know the truth And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you And it's just the kind, the kind you talked about And it's just the kind that clothes your mind with Christ He is feeding you and you know the truth And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry sister I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry sister I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody

Should we even wonder why our hearts are torn? Why our image is based on this broken city? Should we ask ourselves why our lungs breathe in sickness? Innocence is seen as weakness, laughter at as naïve. And it's these things that hold you down When they're supposed to keep you safe and sound. And it's these things you claim to believe Don't let them be the ones you forever try to please. It's a scene that leaves you cold But why choose anything else and lose your place in line? May I ask one thing, how do you think this will work out? You are no more well-liked than those who have been betrayed And it's these things that hold you down When they're supposed to keep you safe and sound And it's these things you claim to believe Don't let them be the ones you forever try to please Look at you now Look at you now And it's these things that hold you down When they're supposed to keep you safe and sound. And it's these things you claim to believe Don't let them be the ones you forever try to please.

Well, I was born the restless kind Settlin' down, never crossed my mind Wild and woolly, I guess that's me People sure get nervous when a man is free I can hold my tongue and I can hold my wine I can hold my own, I'm the restless kind I've seen the country and I've been to town Rode in fancy cars with the top rolled down Comin' down the road like a summer breeze Whatever it takes I do what I please I can hold my horses, I can hold the line Yeah, I can hold my own, I'm the restless kind Yeah, the restless kind Wao ooo Aaa aaa aaa I was born the restless kind I never assume what I'm gonna find I can stand my ground, I can slip through a crack But as sure as I leave buddy I'll be back I can hold my temper, I can bide my time Yeah, I can hold my own, I'm the restless kind I can hold my tongue, I can hold my wine Yeah, I can hold my own, I'm the restless kind Oh, I'm the restless kind Rough and rowdy restless kind Ooh hoo hoo hoo Ohh, take it home Aww Ohh, no, no Ooh hoo hoo hoo

(Mel Tillis) I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with He gets drunk and loses his job And every road that you travel on Is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me You only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. --- Instrumental --- Well, I hope that the train From Caribou Maine Runs over your new love affair You walk the floor From door to door And pull out your peroxide hair. You never was my woman 'Cause you were never true So all in all if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweetm sweet, sweet mental revenge...

(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter) Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emmily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at papa kinda nervous. All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die. Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the satrenght in my right arm And for keepin' us from harm. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane. --- Instrumental --- Came the day that we were married All our folks from the congregation Emmily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creation. Papa hugged me and my mama cried Everybody smiled with pride. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die.

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises All lies and jests still a man hears What he wants to hear and disregards the rest. When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know. --- Instrumental --- Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were some times when I was so lonesome And I took some comfort there. --- Instrumental --- In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains...

Verse 1: There are songs that birds don't sing to people There are secrets that keep right through to the end There are heroes who hide until forever And I'm singing this song for one of them Verse 2: He's the man that you passed on the road there The one with his life on the loose Going either somewhere or nowhere Going without me, without you Chorus: For he is this world's constant orphan Traveling out his lone time Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine Verse 3: You can find him in big city winters Down where the mission bell cries And sorrow echoes through summer As he tries to close all his eyes Verse 4: You can find him in Pittsburgh in Christmas You can find him in Buffalo in June And he knows all the backroads between them Like the gypsy knows the moon Verse 5: And it's route 22 all over again Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend Look strong at the man, gentle at the girl And puzzled at the rest of the world Chorus. Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine

(Roger Murrah, Jim McBride)