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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
two.
George Jones and Jesus pulled me through.

When a man is on the bottom he may not cry for help.
But he needs to know he's not alone in hell all
Writers: "Country" Johnny Mathis, V. Frank & George Jones

(Changed his name from Brown to Blue)

We stood there in the courthouse room
So close yet
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought 
Of she and I being together
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
take a chance on
Gettin' caught, so we stick to a plan
'Cause we both got another and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going
Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road,
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Yeah I'm chilling on the dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
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
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave

You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
NO USE TO CRY
(George Jones)
« © '56 Glad Music »

No use to cry don't even try to stop yourself from being lonely
I'm leaving you so you'll be
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Layin' back  smokin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke blowin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
tip your hat to the teacher

Ernest Tubb - Waltz Across Texas; George Jones - White Lightning; Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight; Tammy Wynette -
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
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory
that
Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve
Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved

Pity the bullet and pity the man
Who
wasn't pop

I remember "He Stopped Loving Her Today"
Back when radio would play George Jones
You never hear Family Tradition
Or all of those killer
to some George Strait, 
George Jones country love songs,
you'll change your mind.
 
Well let me broaden your horizons, 
teach you 'bout the finer
OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL
Writers George Jackson, Thomas Jones

Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's
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