Lyrics:
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
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
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
Cowboy Copas Hankshaw Hawkins Gentleman Jim and Patsy Cline
Rod Bradsfield Ira Louvin these stars will always shine
Ernest Tubb and great Red Foley
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
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
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
tip your hat to the teacher
Ernest Tubb - Waltz Across Texas; George Jones - White Lightning; Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight; Tammy Wynette -
a cool one play Ernest Tubb on the jukebox sweet Texas
Bathe me with sunshine sing San Antonio Rose sweet Texas
Talk to me gently for you are a lady sweet
name was branded in
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley,
Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold,
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry,
Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy Dean,
name was branded in
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley,
Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold,
The postman dropped a letter in my door
The address wasn't plain, but I could see
It had traveled far across the great Pacific
From my Filipino
the tracks not falling as I planned
A lonely mug for one listening to Ernest Tubb
Sing Tomorrow Never Comes, lo-fi but clear
I’m still here
I always feel alive
tongue possessed by the soul of fucking Satan
This my job career path pay me
Book me penthouse at the Tipton Yay me
Family members just calling me lazy
the rose made that Flip BIG
Big flip shit Filipino flagging
I got drip like Raya and the last dragon
Big flip I just hit a lick
Big nose nigga big lips
Punch
Met her at the Always Sunny convention
Did I mention, she was looking for crack?
Had to give her a rose in a glass tube
That thousand pound dude in
reason to my reasons I be talkin' my shit
And fuck them other boys, I swear I'm finna run a train by myself
I'll make you cum more than me, like five plus,
on my own lines, Tony Montana
Kicking up powder and dust
I brush the dirt off my shoulder like Hova
Know it's over if you're sending Drago up a mountain
are so cheap to them
Them soldiers posing next to stacks of bodies by the road in my lai
Rest in peace to them, aye
Chink in the armor, grease on my
Grab a cobra by the neck
You ain't gotta know who's next
Cuz I'll be there in a sec
I'm all heart you can feel it my chest
I can taste in my tongue you
like king of diamonds monday.
Champagne Rosè, had to slow down on the henny.
Had to drop my old bitch cause I want Filipino Brittany.
Fantasizing bout
black and Filipino
It’s the mobb Joe Pesci nigga Alpicino
Fucking with a made man bitch you on the blade damn
My bitch fuck with jetsons yo bitch fuck
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