Lyrics:
came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which
Hillman Hall
Who wrote Pass Me By for Johnny Rodriguez and a lot of good country and
western songs
And when you get one of your favorite songwriters
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
Oh my name it means nothing, and my age it means less.
For the country I come from, is called the Midwest.
I was taught and brought up, to the laws
Well an old man said to me
In a voice filled with pain
Where you going young man
Said I'm going to fight a war
Gonna fight for my country
for you
I'd bust five hundred bronchos
Just to prove my love is true
Oh, Little Country Miss
Yoddle loh lay hee ooh lah lah
You ride your steed with so
When I was a young girl in Leyte
My dresses were all hand-me downs and scraps
I’d see the people smile
When I would sing for them
How happy they all
and cars and liberty
They don't start calling it country till your south of Kankakee
Rt 66 starts to quiet down after it takes leave of my Chitown
There's
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
darling oh my love
The things that we are made of
And I remember feeling I'm alive and in no need of saviors
If the past's another country I'm
She was quiet and they both were proud
I gave them room but was close enough
That I heard him when he said out loud
This was my country
And this
prays when he should
And there ain't nothing better than
Being loved by a workin' man
I love my workin' man
asked for it this way
Well I'm sorry I won't eat that shit mister
Cause for some stupid reason I still love my country
For some stupid reason I still love
the peace at home
If we can't get it together
Look out for stormy weather
Don't make me pay for your mistakes
I have to pay or my own
Yesterday's glory
flow,
Ev'ry country lane and ev'ry street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.
You give me your love
And your love is a melody,
flow,
Ev'ry country lane and ev'ry street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.
You give me your love
And your love is a melody,
country to give for my life
The preacher stands in his holy shroud sayin'
"God forgives you if you do it now"
But if you come back when the chips are down,
will understand
Will always be by my side
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be the one for me
I need
Someone that I can
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers
Well, an old man said to me in a voice filled with pain,
"Where you going young man?"
Said I'm going to fight a war,
gonna fight for my country
(skrrt)
I used to serve a country boy in South Georgia
I charged him eighty-five hundred for a quarter (well, damn)
He tried to snitch on me get his
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers
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