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to whoop me with a George Jones album that's why I sing this way

Well things I never did when I was just a kid made what I am today
You see momma used
call you, George"

I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
I'll be your
Jones and Jesus pulled me through.

The possum ain't no savior, but he never claimed to be.
And Jesus hung out with a crowd of trouble souls just liked
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
WHAT'S IN OUR HEARTS
(George Jones â?? Country Johnny Mathis)
« © '63 Glad Music »
WITH MELBA MONTGOMERY

Everybody tells me you're a cheater
Yes
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
I'D JUMP THE MISSISSIPPI
(George Jones - Johnny Mathis)
« © '64 Glad Music »
WITH MELBA MONTGOMERY

I been lonely much too long I'd give a Yankee
[G.J.]
Tomorrow when you leave
You'll take my heart
(To Southern California)
But just remember I'll be here
To keep your heart with me until you see
[G.J.]
Tomorrow when you leave
You'll take my heart
(To Southern California)
But just remember I'll be here
To keep your heart with me until you see
like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscing
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
(George Jones)
« © '63 Glad Music »

Well here I stand on this high ground
Looking out over this great big town
Searching for love that didn't
really good I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
(I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas
What you really want me ta do)
Nah
control
So I'm gonna get wasted 
With all my country heroes

I'm drinkin' some George Jones, 
And a little bit of Coe
Haggard's easin' my misery
I have to set you free
Darling you should be long gone, oh long gone by now
You should be with someone, someone

[Mutya:]
Glisten and shine
You
things
Spend the summer time naturally high
By, chopping wood for next winters fire
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones is supposed to be
the song

No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
on myself
You too, I work with you through this cold world
There's no girl, that's making me do
The things I gotta do to betta get ta-ta-ta
*To know you*
Ernest Tubb or George D Hay Wes Rose and here's to Hank
I used to sit around at night with my old beat up guitar
And I'd wonder how it felt to be a country
Writer Earl Montgomery
Copyright 1968

(with George Jones, Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris)

The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me
I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
Got me reminiscing
I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
Got me reminiscing
yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
If you try