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By Merle Haggard, It gets longer in between each time you call
I'd be
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By Merle Haggard, When the ceremony was over
A lad stood alone in tears
For
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By Merle Haggard, When my blue moon turns to gold again
When the rainbow
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By Merle Haggard, WHERE COULD I GO BUT TO THE LORD
(J.B. Coats)
« ©
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By Merle Haggard, Where does the good times go
Where does the river flow
Where
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By Merle Haggard, Look around you, look at your friends
They're still out there,
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By Merle Haggard, Once I stood in the night with my head bowed
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By Merle Haggard, White line fever, a sickness born
Down deep within my soul
White
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By Merle Haggard, The old man paid no mind to color
'Cause he knew
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By Merle Haggard, Who do I know in Dallas?
Who can I call on
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By Merle Haggard, WHO WILL BUY THE WINE
(Billy Mize)
« © '59 Billy Mize
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By Merle Haggard, Hey why am I drinkin'? 'Cause there's no really reason
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By Merle Haggard, Why me Lord?
What have I ever done to deserve even
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By Merle Haggard, WHY SHOULD I BE LONELY
(Jimmie Rodgers - Estelle Lowell)
« ©
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By Merle Haggard, Just outside these prison bars
The hanging tree is waitin'
At sunrise
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By Merle Haggard, With my ears I have heard the eagle call my
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By Merle Haggard, WINE TAKE ME AWAY
(Tommy Collins - Merle Haggard)
« © '67
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By Merle Haggard, A day with no sleep, a night with no love
And
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By Merle Haggard, It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and
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By Merle Haggard, Wouldn't that be something
If I spread my wings and showed
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By Merle Haggard, Miracles appear in the strangest of places
Fancy me fining you
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By Merle Haggard, Sometimes this ol' world's a drag, it really puts me
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By Merle Haggard, Our love keeps drifting and you keep giving me to
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By Merle Haggard, You Don't Have Very Far To Go
You always find a
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By Merle Haggard, Well, if you love your mama and you treat her
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By Merle Haggard, YOU'VE STILL GOT A PLACE IN MY HEART
(Leon Payne)
« ©
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By Merle Haggard, My legs and my feet have walked
'Till they can't hardly
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By Merle Haggard, Admitting you're to blame
Won't heal my wounded pride
It's too late
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By Merle Haggard, What a twisted game you're playin' with the highest takes
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By Merle Haggard, YOU'RE NOBODY TIL SOMEBODY LOVES YOU
WRITERS JAMES CAVENAUGH, RUSS
