Willie Nelson

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Good Hearted Woman"

"Good Hearted Woman"

A long time forgotten
are dreams that just felt by the way.
And the good life he promised
ain't what she's living to day.
But she never complains of
the bad times or bad things he's done Lord.
She's just talks about the good times
they've had and all the good times to come.

She's a good hearted woman
in love with a good timin' man.
She loves him in spite of his ways
that she don't understand.
Through teardrops and laughter
they'll pass through this world hand in hand.
A good hearted woman
lovin' her good timin' man.

He likes the night life
the brightlights and good timin' friends.
When the party's all over
she welcome him back home again.
Lord knows she don't understand him
but she does the best that she can.
'Cause she's a good hearted woman
she loves her good timin' man.

She's a good hearted woman ...

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues"

"Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues"

Everybody's gone away said they're moving to LA
There's not a soul I know around everybody's leavin' town
Some caught a freight some caught a plane find the sunshine leave the rain
They said this town'll waste your time I guess they're right it's wastin' mine
Some gotta win some gotta lose good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues

You know my heart keeps telling me you're not a kid at thirty-three
You play around you lose your wife you play too long you lose your life
I got my pills to ease the pain can't find a thing to ease the rain
I'd love to try and settle down but everybody's leavin' town
Some gotta win some gotta lose good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Good Times"

"Good Times"

When I ran to the store with a penny,
And when youth was abundant and plenty,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.

When I rolled rubber tires in the driveway,
Pulled a purse, on a string, 'cross the highway,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.

Good times are comin', hummin', mmm
Good times are comin', hummin', mmm

Go to school, fight a war, workin' steady,
Meet a girl, fall in love, 'fore I'm ready,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.

Here I sit with a drink and a memory,
But I'm not cold, I'm not wet, and I'm not hungry,
So, classify these as good times.
Good times.

Good times are comin', hummin', mmm
Good times
Good times are comin', hummin', mmm

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Gotta Serve Somebody"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

"Gotta Serve Somebody"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might be a rock'n' roll adict prancing on the stage
Might have money and drugs at your commands, women in a cage
You may be a business man or some high degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be an young turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody's landlord you might even own banks.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be working in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Jimmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say.

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Gotta Walk Alone"

"Gotta Walk Alone"

I gotta walk alone
My sweetheart's gone
Nobody here loves me now
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

All the friends I knew
By two and two
Have left me one by one
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

Don't know where
Don't even care
I just keep walking on and on

All the friends I knew
By two and two
Have left me one by one
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

Don't know where
Don't even care
I just keep walking on and on

All the friends I knew
By two and two
Have left me one by one
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Graceland"

"Graceland"

The Mississippi Delta was shining like a National guitar
I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm going to Graceland Graceland in Memphis Tennessee I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that as if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed she way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart everybody feels the wind blow
I'm going to Graceland Graceland in Memphis Tennessee I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland
My traveling companions are ghosts and empty sockets ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland

There is a girl in Austin Texas and she calls herself the human trampoline
Sometimes when I'm falling flying tumbling in turmoil I say this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love ss like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart everybody feels the wind blow
And I'm going to Graceland in Memphis Tennessee I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend every love every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland
Oh oh Graceland I'm going to Graceland

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Grandma's Hands"
(originally by Bill Withers )
(with Mavis Staples)

"Grandma's Hands"
(originally by Bill Withers )
(with Mavis Staples)

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning.
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well.
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning,
She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast,
Might fall on a piece of glass,
Might be snaked there in that grass,"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands sooth the local unwed mother
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands used to lift her face and tell her,
She'd say, "Baby Grandma understands,
That you really loved that man,
Put yourself in Jesus' hands."
Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy.
Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell.
Grandma's hands, boy the really came in handy
She'd say, "Mattie don't you whip that boy.
What you want to spank him for?
He didn't drop no apple core,"
But I don't have Grandma anymore,
If I get to heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands.
I'll look for Grandma
Um, mm, mm.
Grandma's hands.

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Gravedigger"

"Gravedigger"

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
He could live to a 103
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
So, Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Now, you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground
That means you should never have to bury your own babies

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full o'posey
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Oh Gravedigger

Little Mikey Carson '67 to '75
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Oh, 1940 to 1992

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Grave digger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Grave digger'

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Guitar In The Corner"

"Guitar In The Corner"

There's a guitar in the corner,
That used to have a song,
I would hold it while it played me,
And I would sing along.

There was a happy song about her,
Loving me like I loved her,
But the strings no longer ring,
And things are not the way they were.

Now when I need a song,
My mind goes back where I belong,
When I'm not there,
And the future is not clear,
And the past is just a smoke ring in the air.

And that guitar in the corner,
Just waits there by the wall,
Standing guard and thinking,
A new song might come to call,
And free us from this minor key,
That we both been living in,
And will pick up where we left off,
And play some songs again.

Now when I need a song,
My mind goes back where I belong,
I'm not there and the future is not clear,
And the past is just a smoke ring in the air.

That guitar in the corner,
Just waits there by the wall,
Standing guard and thinking,
A new song might come to call,
And free us from this minor key,
That we've both been living in,
And we look it up where we left off,
And play some songs again.

There's a guitar in the corner,
That used to have our songs,
I would hold it when I played it,
And I would sing along.

fox69 · 24.05.2015

"Half A Man"

"Half A Man"

If I'd only had one arm to hold you better yet if I had none at all
Then I wouldn't have two arms that ache for you there'd be one less mem'ry to recall
If I'd only had one ear to listen to the lies that you told to me
Then I more closely resemble the half a man that you've made of me
[strings + piano]
If I'd only had one leg to stand on then how much how much truer picture you'd see
For then I more closely resemble the half a man that you've made of me