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By George Jones, I curse the day she bought me that old bird
Squawking,
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By George Jones, I'm just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer
Kind of
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By George Jones, Dearly beloved, we are gathered together
In the presence of God
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By George Jones, [ vocal only ]
[B7]
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By George Jones, I've heard the sound of my dear old mama crying
And
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By George Jones, He's living in that big old house that he knows
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By George Jones, (G) Last night I broke the seal on a Jim
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By George Jones, THE LAST TOWN I PAINTED
(Writer Buddy Word)
« © '63 Glad
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By George Jones, THE LONELY KNOW MY SECRET
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Altam Music
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By George Jones, I stopped off at the quicksack for some beer and
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By George Jones, I've cried a million tears, down through the years
Searching for
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By George Jones, All the years have seemed so short since I have
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By George Jones, Oh Lord, You know that I'm not one
To bother You
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By George Jones, THE WORLD OF FORGOTTEN PEOPLE
(Loretta Lynn)
« © '63 Sure-Fire Music
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By George Jones, THE WORLD'S WORSE LOSER
(Autry Inman)
« © '64 Tree Publishing »
I've
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By George Jones, There goes my only possession
There goes my everything
I hear footsteps
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By George Jones, THERE'S A FRIEND IN THE WAY
(Oney Wheeler)
« © '63 Glad
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By George Jones, I can't thank you enough
For the happiness we've shared
I've never
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By George Jones, I wandered in 'round midnight like I've done so many
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By George Jones, I woke up this morning aching with pain
Don't think I
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By George Jones, THESE HANDS
(Eddie Noack)
« © '55 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP »
These
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By George Jones, The old man's hair was white and his eyes looked
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By George Jones, If today the sun should set on all my hopes
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By George Jones, Oh, the faucet started drippin' in the kitchen
And last night
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By George Jones, I almost wish that I could lose my mind sometime
Then
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By George Jones, I gave up cigarettes, haven't had to light one yet
It's
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By George Jones, THREE'S A CROWD
(George Jones - Darrell Edwards - Herb Treece)
«
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By George Jones, I woke up this morning
And prayed to God, oh, let
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By George Jones, TILL I HEAR IT FROM YOU
WRITERS GEORGE JONES, JACK
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By George Jones, There was a time when I thought of no other