Just a good ol'boys Never meanin'no harm Beats all you never saw Been in trouble with the law Ever since they were born Straightin'the curves Flattin'the hills Someday the mountain get them But the law never will Makin'there way The only way they know how That's just a little bit more Than the law will allow Makin'there way The only way they know how That's just a little bit more Than the law will allow I'm a good ol'boy And my momma loves me But you don't understand, They keep showing my hands and Not my face on TV THE GENERAL LEE

Driving down sixth street On a Friday night Held up at a stop sign And a traffic light Staring out watching All the billboard signs In between all of that Can you see what's going on What's going wrong here All of these people Right in front of you Waiting on corners And avenues You're not the only One that's true Feeling just a little lost Feeling just a little blue But I see what's going on I don't know you Like I used to know you now You don't say it Like you used to say it now So where do I go When your good love fades away Don't say a word All the way back home I know that face Like I know my own Lying in a bed Both feeling alone I'd pray for desire But I don't see the fire No more Just a cold cold heart Baby where have The good nights gone I don't know you Like I used to know you now You don't show it Like you used to show it now So where do I go When your good love fades away Turning like and old Broken record spins Going around feeling The same old thing Still waking up Like we'll make it somehow Lost in a haze Who are we now Cause I don't know you Like I used to know you now You don't want it Like you used to want it now So where do I go When your good love fades away Where do we go When a good love fades away Where do we go now When a good love fades Case that's where I want to be

You need us, we're on it Gotta be honest We love our country We like it rockin' Respect our daddies We love our mamas Thinkin' 'bout pushing us You might not oughta You can see us coming through the dust and the lights Rollin' up on your Saturday night Us good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to know one And we all love to hold up a cold one Good ol' boys Good ol' boys Sometimes you love us Sometimes you hate us Sometimes you ain't quite sure how to take us But you'll never change us It's just how God madе us But He gave us angels to savе us Good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to know one And we all love to hold up a cold one To good ol' boys To good ol' boys, yeah Good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to meet one And I'm sure lucky to be one Good ol' boys Good ol' boys Good ol' boys ain't scared of working Staying up late and getting up early Getting our hands dirty No, we ain't close to worthy of our good girls Got a word you can depend on And a heart you can hang your hat on

(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.

(Harlan Howard) 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 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 run his life Whatever it is you want girl I hope you find But that hat don't fit my head 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 don't make your love the chokin' kind...

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)