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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
[Alan Jackson] 
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I 
Work day passes like molasses in winter time, but it's July.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall
We used to love while others used to play
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by
Some one
[Jimmy:]
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve, but I
Rough wheels meshing ---
On a landscape with no trees.

The tall general points
To the distance ---
Disconnects his power supply.
Writes a stiff note
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall
We used to love while others used to play
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by
Some one
the friends we've come to know
Stand tall, grow as one
Come together one by one
Above the wind thy will be done
Stand tall grow as one
Sitting in the sun
we've come to know
Stand tall grow as one
Come together one by one
Above the wind thy will be done
Stand tall grow as one
Sitting in the sun
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall
We used to love while others used to play
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by
Some one
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
We used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Someone
the day is done, by the campfire's gleam
Let me lie and dream, dream of timber.

Tall timber's callin', and the echoes ring
All nature sings a song
by wood
Who stands behind / The shadows of the trees
A place of abode
Not far from here
Ms. Van de Veer
Standing so tall / But no-one sees
No
with the singing of the scimitars

Upward she flies
Over mountains tall and high
Winds blow her sighs
Through dark trees and black skies
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
We used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Someone
on and on

Trees grow tall
Though the winds blow cold,
Tall trees grow.

Tall trees grow
Where the cold wind blow,
Trees grow tall.
imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish
Written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy

I have a special message that I would like to leave with you

It's not anything real big, you can stick it
breaking apart at the very seams
There is one thing to be alive for
And it's to take up my cross and follow You Lord

When You stand, the tall trees
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
we used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
someone
by wood
Who stands behind / The shadows of the trees
A place of abode
Not far from here
Ms. Van de Veer
Standing so tall / But no-one sees
No
no understanding
And I'd hate to add another wound to the times we had good loving.

But oh when I think of the tall pine trees growing
The silver
summer garden
Where the boys grew in the trees

Here I grew guilty
And no one was at fault
Frightened by the power in every innocent thought
(feat. Alan Jackson)


Everybody get on your feet

You make me nervous when you in your seat

Take off your shoes and pat your feet

We're doing
you'd get a laugh
If you saw a tall giraffe
Swinging by his tail from a tree;
I think an octopus
Would look quite ridiculous
Knitting sweaters
In the shade of this old tree,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the tall grass, by the wild rose,
Where the trees dance, as the wind blows: