Lyrics:
WHISKEY LULLABY
Writers Bill Anderson, Jon Randall
RECORDED AS A DUET BY BRAD PAISLEY AND ALISON KRAUSS
She put him out like the burning end
and rolly
Turn up the tunes from a long time ago
Earl's breakdown on the radio
Over by the church past the white farm house
Pine Cone playin' that Alison
Old Mr. Johnson had a perfect life
A perfect home with a perfect wife
He went out to the woods one weekend
And he came back home with a brand new
and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got
and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got
is my misery
Poor old broken heart
There's no sight she'd rather see
Than poor old broken hearted me
So happy when I'm on my knees
Poor old
and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got
and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got
scars
Oh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
Well I ought to know by now
After all these dead-end heartache lessons
I can go
scars
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
I oughta know by now
After all this debt
And heartache lessons
I could go without
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
Never went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, black hair
Kaw-Liga,
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
Never went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, black hair
Kaw-Liga,
and a place
Right by your estate
If you try violate then of course I'ma fight
Sick of these yutes getting caught in a hype
Whatever happened to a good
Old
solemn duty!
Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say,
Which of you twain shall my poor heart obey!
A simple sailor, lowly born,
Unlettered and unknown.
No
poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
Never went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, black hair
Kaw-Liga,
And hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, ooh, standin' there
Don't never show a sign
'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
You ain't never
and braids
An hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't never show a sign
'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you
poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
Never went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, black hair
Kaw-Liga,
poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
Never went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, black hair
Kaw-Liga,
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, ooh
To stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart is made of knotty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
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