there ain't no more cane on
this brazos
they done ground
Life’s been good to me
I thank the good Lord for
I've got some birds outside
What sit on my window sill
Some
Lord the two stepping drug like a ball and chain
While
(W. Hyatt)Babes in the woods,Oh, which way to go?Babes in
(D. Rodriguez)Comfort me, said she,With your conversation,With the cocktailsAnd
I know I've seen this place before
Lord can't you hear
Ain’t no big dog, Coming to bite you
Ain’t no bad
It's Saturday night
You check the TV guide
And pray the black
I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry
I went to church last Sunday
So I could sing and
The night she is a true companion
They shuffle in
She wore glass slippers
She held her head up high
You got you some legs baby
That just won't quit
Interstate 610
Highway 45
A sun-drunk redneck
Barely left me alive
That's
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