Lyrics:
There'll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singing out them old Kentucky Blues
Ernest Tubb's number, "Two wrongs won't
There'll be guitars and fiddles, Earl Scruggs and his banjo too
Bill Monroe singing out them old Kentucky Blues
Ernest Tubb's number, "Two wrongs won't
the 'Chattanooga shoe'
We can't forget Hank Williams with them good old 'Lovesick blues'
It's time for Roy Acuff to go to Memphis on his train
With Minnie Pearl
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
the tourists in and Ray keeps them away
Let there be country and let the country play
Let there be country
Ernest Tubb's got all of the soul he's had for
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
at the payphones just because, passing it to whoever wandered by
Later on, a few months, I found myself in the strange position of not having any pot
For the first
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
names like Johnny Cash
And Ernest Tubb and I bet you'll find that
We're gonna relax you
Sit back and listen to "North to Alaska"
And if you ever come in
Recorded by: hank williams, sr.
Writer: ernest tubb
Capo: [g] st fret/key: g#/play: g
[g] I'm free at last from [c] love and all its' [g] worries
For now is yours
Desperate times
In early thirties
Poor old Ernest
Passed away
cnd amid
Mass unemployment
Most were living
Day to day
Ernest's
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and out,
Wave watching,
Kicking muscle shells around,
Craters and crevices,
Asteroids, like old times,
Surrounded by stars,
It's no big bop in the mouth,
have me a beer or two But I'll drink them down real slow
I'll be dancing at the time clock In the morning when the old work whistle blows
Well, I got
he get dough, it's horrible
Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess
For ten K's, he'll cave a chicken chest S
Yes, y'all, the dub will
he get dough, it's horrible
Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess
For ten K's, he'll cave a chicken chest S
Yes, y'all, the dub will
play games with me, I've got infected hanging on my shoes cutting by this morning
I'm not feeling well
But it's true, we are the Wright Brothers
We are
yes.
ROGER: Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can
`nee' at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land,
nothing is
Russian roulette, the chamber's spinnin'
Death by my own manslaughter
I'm going out like Ernest Hemingway and his sister
And his brother and his father
AQUARIUS!
There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes
to the back of a speeding bus
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing
Crockett & Tubbs as the law
These eyes got big when they televised that raw
My mama should've seen it comin'
Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick
(KnowhatImean?)
Phree as Scott, lookin from a Birdie's Eye
Flyin by, spiralin like a curly fry
I'm old-school, and out the early times
Burly guy, from the home
and any kind of disorder
The new fearless types, as
Represented by Fifty
Move in the opposite direction
They find that the chaos of the times suit's
Their
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