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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
We meet every single day at the same old place
At the same old time, with the same state of mind
Me and her together but we know it ain't forever
take a walk
Maybe talk about old times

And we wear blue jeans
And big green beans
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one
to cheer us awhile

Joe once brought a skunk into Sunday School class

Had even made grouchy old Deacon Jones laugh

He says it's been fixed and smells like
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home

Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But the song
on a montain top
Bown by the deep blue sea

And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze

One day I'll be old gray Grandpa
a big oak on the other side
Where I took my grandpa's pocket knife
And I carved their names with tears in my eyes
When we join grandma, and the by
Writers George Jackson, Thomas Jones

Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
1, 2, 3, 4

I sleep better with crickets singin'
Windows open and doors ain't even locked
Southern by the grace of God

Old men sittin' in cold
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
him ten times or more

The stories of some sailors curse on the bridge
Where it opens to let the boats through
But the natives all laugh at grandpas old
throw over teacher and we'll play another game of lifeboat
throw over grandpa 'cause he's getting pretty old
throw out the baby, or we'll all be
comin' after me
I can hear that old train a-comin'
Must-a-be comin' after me
An I'm gon' slip right by 
An call to my same old used to be.

out of there.

My daddy used to ride the rails 
(So they say, so they say).
Soft as smoke and as tough as nails 
(Boxcar Jones, old walking man).
Well, we'd all head to Waco, for the birth of our Lord
My folks and my brother in an '82 Ford
We'd pull in the driveway filled up with cars
winter days
 Out with an 'F' you go to frigid winter days
 blow by the, blow by the snow
 Ba ba e ya um ba ba bae ya um ba a
 Mrs. Smith has gotten old
Hanging side by side on the wall

Down at Joe's place
It's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar
And a blue ribbon sign
Ol' boys and bankers
Propped my eyes open with some chemistry 
I've got a three hour drive and a man to see 
The blue bruised sky is closing in 
Cover up well because
me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment 
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it 
Body so delit, you
hit the County in the mix
"Name and last three!"  Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno
love you
We love you, we love you
A fur inferno on a twisted scene
Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
lead, I say

When it's dark fuck the dumb, I'm on the run
Go to the shack for somebody black that want to come
Original man in a swamp land habitat
the world
like the colors on Old Glory
the flag that they unfurled

Now the red was the color of the Indian man
White was the devil's who stole the land
Send'em up
Blue plate special with the blue paint drippin'
Carolina blue j's on my feet
And I ain't trippin' dippin' one deep
Fuck it two matter fact