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Hey, Good Lookin' (December 1950 - July 1951), Vol. 6 (Hank Williams) · Hey Good Lookin', Vol. 3 (Johnny Cash) · Hey Good Lookin': Hillbilly Hero (Hank Williams) · Hey Good Lookin' (Loretta Lynn) · Hey Good Lookin' (Boxcar Willie) · Hey, Good Lookin' (December 1950 - July 1951), Vol. 6 (Hank Williams) · Hey Good Lookin' (Loretta Lynn) · Hey Good Lookin (Cole Porter) · Hey, Good Lookin [Dynamic Entertainment] (Hank Williams) · Hey Good Lookin! (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


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[Alan Jackson]
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon, half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be h-e-l-l to pay
But hey that's
covered with age
[Clint:]
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on ev'ry page.
[All:]
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin',
[Alan:]
Whatcha got cookin'
[Jimmy:]
How's
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)

Hey hoe come
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are?

Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time,
land 
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity 
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson 
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never could
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
Hey hoe come on lets go
Well I was born a country boy
Raised on Haggard and Strait
She was born in da hood

The sure looks good
And she thinks
and you love me
So, baby I gotta plan
We'll push my truck off of Red Top Bridge
Right below the Jackson Dam

Hey, they'll be draggin' the river
So if you want to have fun,
Honey lets have a roll in the
Hey good-lookin' country gal
Hey good-lookin' country gal

Mouse in the corn crib. Pig
fall
If I get me a good lookin' woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all, all right
And I see, see see rider, I love you, yes I do
And there isn't one
fall
If I get me a good lookin' woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all, all right
And I see, see see rider, I love you, yes I do
And there isn't one
for real it's gone be somethin
Hey, I'm talkin lights, camera, action
Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet
of the man in black
No long white cadillac
No woman standin' by her man
In the place where it all began

Hey good lookin', hey momma tried
Hey gambler, hey
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
headed to D.C. two by twos 
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues 

Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known 
But the politicians
fall
If I get me a good lookin' woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all, all right
And I see, see see rider, I love you, yes I do
And there isn't one
make a little beef flambino.
It's-a like-a vino.
Kid you're good-lookin',
but you don't know what's-a cookin' till you
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey
you in the trunk, Earl
Is that alright?  Good! Let's go for a ride, Earl, hey!
Ooh hey hey hey, ummm hey hey hey, hey hey hey
Bet you'll be glad to know
I got a brand new girlfriend
She took my broken heart
And patched it up again
She's good lookin'
And she drives
KMFDM sucks!
We like talking dirty, we smoke and we drink
We're KMFDM and all other bands stink

Our music is sampled, totally fake
It's done by
and the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed
Skeeters and the fever grabbed the town like a fist
Doctor Jackson was the first to go
Some say
repercussion, cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey, bouncin' out ta flushin'
Check extra P by the boom
familiar
And it made me stop and stare
The way he held his hands before him
Looked like he was lost in prayer

Hey son, what are you lookin' at?
Why do your