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And everything in the dim light 
She has a way of putting him right.

Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy 
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've
And everything in the dim light 
She has a way of putting him right.

Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy 
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've
And everything in the dim light 
She has a way of putting him right.

Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy 
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've
And everything in the dim light 
She has a way of putting him right.

Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy 
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You've
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
Mama, do you see what I see
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my
Momma, do you see what I see?
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me

Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my
Mama, do you see what I see
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
knows me better
Me and my, me and my, me and my,
Me and my, me and my friends
He's as close to me
As a friend can be
I'll be standin' by my buddy
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charley Pride
And you don't have to call
I'm loving
Boy, but she don't mean a thing

My enemies have betrayed me
Have overtaken poor Bob at last
Enemies have betrayed me
Have overtaken
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown 
We were so
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells

Well enough
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
I drive a big freight liner, and I made my last payment today
And I drive to all points outta New York City to LA
Well, that little woman smiles
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown 

We were so
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, boy
People think I'm crazy
But I love you 'cause you crazy too

You're my black light
think he knows me better

Me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my, me and my friends

He's as close to me
As a friend can be
I'll be standin' by
on June

I went off in '42 to fight those boys and pay my dues
Her wallet picture kept my spirits high
Charley boy died in my arms, he saw Jesus, I saw
"fill?"
And says "penny for your thoughts now my boy Bill"

She went away
She cut me like a knife
Hello beautiful thing
Maybe you could save my life