Lyrics:
girl and a Tennessee way of life
And I'm gonna ask my Tennessee girl to be my Tennessee wife
Tonight I slept in a hobo camp workin' out like dog by day
face is normal that's the way you're bred
And that's the way you're going to stay
Your head is firmly nailed to your TV channel
But someone else's
sometimes say
I believe, I believe that a woman should be loved that way
But it hurts me so inside to see you treat me so unkind
Somebody somewhere tell
a lesson
For the hasty heart to know
Maybe leavin's not the only way to go
Maybe lay and let your feelings grow accustomed to the dark
And by morning's
A long time forgotten
Are dreams that just fell by the way.
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today.
But she never complains
it's climbin' clean up to the sky
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I've got a wonderful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
it's climbing clear up in the sky.
Oh, What a beautiful mornin',
Oh, What a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'erything's goin' my way
swimming holes
You and me dove off into the great unknown
We were barely gettin' by, takin' care of each other
Then I became a daddy; you became a mother
Was
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
swimming holes
You and me dove off into the great unknown
We were barely gettin' by, takin' care of each other
Then I became a daddy; you became a mother
And this is my way of saying thank you.
(all alone in the world)
Confused, and don't know what to think,
Cause she thought that she was
(she was daddy's
And this is my way to say thank you
All alone in the world
Confused and don't know what to think
'Cause she thought that she was
She was daddy's little
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
Chestnuts roasting on a open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
I traced my footprints through the sands of yesterday
Back the way I came I was returning
And then I saw me standing just across the river
Just
on her way
I hear her records every day
I got close but no guitar
I still play piano bars, still drive that same ol' car
I live in that little shack
A long time forgotten
Are dreams that just fell by the way.
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today.
But she never complains
this bitch locked on to me like she was way too clever
Man, Soopafly never, ever, ever
Fell for the do-low, and you know
I'm too swift on my toes
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way
Think I'll go down to Alberta
Where there's good times in the fall
I've got
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
Hey, Schoolgirl in the second row
The teacher's lookin' over
so I got to whisper way down low
To say, "Who-bop-a-loo-chi-bop, let's meet
after
represent!
Are you down now
(Are ya's down now)
[Chorus]
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