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"'Cause I Love You"

"'Cause I Love You"



I'll sweep out your chimney
yes and, I will bring you flowers
yes and, I will do for you
Most anything you want me to

If we live in a cottage
You will feel like it's a castle
By the royal way you're treated
And attention shown to you

I'll be there beside you
If you need a cryin shoulder
Yes, and I'll be there to listen
When you need to talk to me

When you wake up in the darkness
I will put my arms around you
And hold you till the mornin sun
Comes shinin' through the trees

I'll be right beside you
No matter where you travel
I'll be there to cheer you
Till the sun comes shinin through

If we're ever parted
I will keep the tie that binds us
And I'll never let it break
'Cause I love you

I will bring you honey
From the bee tree in the meadow
And the first time there's a rainbow
I'll bring you a pot of gold

I'll take all your troubles
And I'll throw 'em in the river
Then I'll bundle down beside you
And I'll keep you from the cold

I'll be right beside you
No matter where you travel
I'll be there to cheer you
Till the sun comes shinin through

If we're ever parted
I will keep the tie that binds us
And I'll never let it break
'Cause I love you
 
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"(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle"

"(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle"



He was riding Number 9
Heading south from Caroline
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow

Got in trouble, had to roam
Left his gal and left his home
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow

Just a kid, acting smart
He went and broke his darling's heart
I guess he was too young to know

They took him off the Georgia Main
Locked him to a ball and chain
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow

All alone he bears the shame
He's a number, not a name
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow

All he does is sit and cry
When the evening train goes by
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow

He'll be locked there in this cell
'Til his body's just a shell
And his hair turns whiter than snow

He'll never see that gal he pines
He's in Georgia doing time
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow
 
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"(I'm Just An) Old Chunk Of Coal"

"(I'm Just An) Old Chunk Of Coal"



I'm just an old chunk of coal
But I'm gonna be a diamond some day
I'm gonna grow and glow
'Til I'm so blue pure perfect
I'm gonna put a smile on everybody's face
But I'm gonna kneel and pray everyday
Lest I should become vain along the way
I'm just an old chunk of coal, now Lord
But I'm gonna be a diamond some day

I'm gonna learn the right way to talk
I'm gonna search and find a better way to walk
I'm gonna spit and polish my old rough-edged self
'Til I get rid of every single flaw
I'm gonna be the world's best friend
I'm gonna go around shaking everybody's hand
I'm gonna be the cotton-pickin' Rage of the Age
Yes I'm gonna be a diamond some day

I said I'm just an old chunk of coal now Lord
But I'm gonna be a diamond some day
 
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"(I'm Proud) The Baby Is Mine"

"(I'm Proud) The Baby Is Mine"



Now don't laugh at the condition the lady's in
She soon could wear a cocktail dress again
But we get along without cocktails, mighty fine
This will be our first and I'm proud the baby is mine

Yes, I married her although I knew the kind of life she used to live
And 'cause I knew she loved me too, it was easy to forgive
And if you just mind your own business we'd be fine
Don't ever doubt I'm proud the baby is mine

She's awkward, yeah, but have you seen her face
Where there once was shame there's a sparkle in it's place
And her conscience is clear that's why her eyes shine
Mister don't ever doubt I'm proud the baby is mine

I married her although I knew the kind of life she used to live
And 'cause I knew she loved me too, it was easy to forgive
If you'd mind your own business we'd make it fine
Tell all her old friends I'm proud the baby is mine
 
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"25 Minutes To Go"

"25 Minutes To Go"



Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more minutes to go
Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
 
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"A Boy Named Sue"

"A Boy Named Sue"



My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
 
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"A Certain Kinda Hurtin'"

"A Certain Kinda Hurtin'"



I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone
I've got a pain I can't explain and it keeps on hanging on
You were gone on morning and I held on tight
But I went all to pieces later on that night
I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone

I've got a tear that's very near to showin' through
I get to week to speak when I think of losin' you
You never got out of sight till I knew
That nothin's gonna ever be right without you
I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone

I've got a lonely heart that only beats for you
I hope you'll find I'm on your mind needin' me like I need you
You're not leavin' on a one way track
'Cause I'm gonna come get you and I'm bringin' you back
I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone
 
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"A Croft In Clachan (The Ballad Of Rob Macdunn)"
(with Glen Campbell)

"A Croft In Clachan (The Ballad Of Rob Macdunn)"
(with Glen Campbell)



With the Campbells and McDonalds, it was in their blood to fight
With each passing generation it became a mans birthright
But they always had a common enemy
Never would the English crown take Scottish independency

Oh the battles rage in Glasgow and majestic Edinburgh
And they came with war machines and in the highlands shots were heard
Then the people rose in union and the forces moved as one
And the Clans all joined together to see English on the run
And in a tiny croft in Clachan sat a mother, Peg Macdunn
And she sewed the cords together for her 16 year old son
And she cried as he was leaving, donâ
And come you back to Clachan when the English are all done

Now Rob Macdunn was ready as the left the croft behind
And he joined the highland pipe brigade with one thing on his mind
That to keep his home and freedom he must face it like a man
So he marched in common union with his musket in his hand
And he met the hill of battle in the highlands and the low
And the reason for the fighting long within his blood to know
In the middle of the rumble he was forward gaining ground
And the bagpipes still were playing as the dead lay all around

Then he moved in no direction till he faced the winds of North
And he boldly climbed the highlands, further from the Firth of Forth
Then one freezing, blowing morning, came the cry of Peg Macdunn
Back to my croft in Clachan God has sent me home my son
And in another croft in Clachan cross the way from the Macdunnâ
With her face against the window sat a young girl, tired and worn
And she smiled a secret knowing as she breathed a prayer alone
I thank thee Lord for bringing Rob Macdunn back safely home

Back to the croft in Clachan, he returned to peace again
He had gone a boy of 16, but he came back as a man.
 
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"A Legend In My Time"

"A Legend In My Time"



If heartaches brought fame in love's crazy game,
I'd be a legend in my time.
If they gave gold statuettes for tears and regrets,
I'd be a legend in my time.

But they don't give awards, and there's no praise or fame
For hearts that are broken for love that's in vain.

If loneliness meant world acclaim,
Everyone would know my name
I'd be a legend in my time.
 
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"A Letter From Home"

"A Letter From Home"



A cowpoke rode in one hot dusty day to a store down in old San Antone
He stood at the window and I heard him say do I have a letter from home
The postmaster looked through the mail that had come
Then smilingly shook his grey head
The cowboke looked sadly a moment at him and these are the words that he said

No letter from home no letter from home there's never a letter from home
(No message from mother and none from the other) there's never a letter from home

That night he was shot on the wrong side of town no more of those plains will he roam
I reached for my Bible and gave it to him and said son here's your letter from home
If only I had just a little more time to read it the young cowpoke said
I can't take it with me and I must go on then he died with his letter unread

The letter from home the letter from home no time for the letter from home
(The cowboy laid dead with his letter unread) too late for the letter from home
 
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