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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
Jones, Mrs. Jones

It's been about a year since we've been seeing each other
We're a whole lot more than just part time lovers
'Cause when I got a problem
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
[Tammy Wynette - T.W.]
[George Jones - G.J]

[G.J.]
You always said someday you'd go to live
(In Southern California)
And me I'd stay right
[Tammy Wynette - T.W.]
[George Jones - G.J]

[G.J.]
You always said someday you'd go to live
(In Southern California)
And me I'd stay right
way
That's a good way to get on my bad side

I like Van Halen, and I like George Jones
Charlie Daniels and the Rolling Stones
Bocephus when he
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley

Just a few of my favorite lies . . .

Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones

[Chorus]

The years went by like sweet
being locked in this prison cell

But I always hum those tunes of George Jones to help me through my days of hell

I've done me 25 years,

and that?s
way
That's a good way to get on my bad side

I like Van Halen, and I like George Jones
Charlie Daniels and the Rolling Stones
Bocephus when he
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
N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up

In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We
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
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico

To Lake George, Louisiana
bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico

To Lake George, Louisiana
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico

To Lake George, Louisiana
thorns would it grow
And thornless are the roses that grow upon her grave
Roses are slow to fade

So years went by, but she never lost her beauty
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico

To Lake George, Louisiana
years of track
Two hundred years of glory never to turn back
The train is called America your ticket is a dream
That left the torture of freedom for
the stars
There's a history behind me
A child gone cold in my arms

Tell George and Tammy
I'm ripe for the taking these days
It's a good year for roses
(And)
fucking throw rose petals at me when I walk by. 
They throw Belaire Rosé

Why they do that?

I'm a fucking boss. Ugh. Was that good? How was that?
bound a musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch" and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"Look for me by
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
there in England.

Prune your rose bushes Glenn
Oh they'll grow up again,
There may still be a next year, who knows?
If you're lonely take a drink,