Lyrics:
Come all you rounders if you want to hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame
Come all you rounders if you want to hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame
George Jones & Tammy Wynette
Ain't love been good to us, ain't it been good
It's given us happiness and we're knockin' on wood
We're livin' in
South Memphis Yards on
A fly rain been
A fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the
Man at the throttle was Casey Jones
sing like George Jones
Spend all my nights in little barrooms
Tryin' to make a name for myself
Couple dollars in my tip jar just hopin' to get by
Maybe
Marching-marching-
King george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
boy sure knew how to moan the blues
Let's go back
Where the music's true
Merle and George Jones
No autotune
Am I the only one still wondering who
Who's
am with 2 by 2
Cock up the gun and shoot
This one na anti curise
This one na anticurise
Run on the jonizing Jones
This one anticurise
Block am for
OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL
Writers George Jackson, Thomas Jones
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's
rip off the mask, seek the truth and just try
Like alex jones himself says brother, let me hear your war cry
Mister jones and I were really baffled by
went insane like Jones too just by proxy listening to this bullshit
So badly did I want populism in Trump to be real
The movement was real it was
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
Rezurrection is dead
For the glory of God
His Kingdom shall reign forever
And that's alone
This is George Jones
His Kingdom shall reign forever
To the 3rd power
Everyone one step away
From being broke
So what you value most?
Everything must change
That's straight from Quincy Jones
Or George Benson
What you
roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Those white lines can drone into the sun
If you ain't got no one to keep you hangin'
I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol' Waylon on
I'm going to get all
and kill the phone
We looked to the horizon and all that glory be
Brother George Jones is roaring, we're lost in the revelry
Ashes to ashes and rust
our walking shoes by the door
We’ll keep walking ‘til we can’t walk anymore
On Jones we played
On Jones Street we stayed
On Jones we fade away, we just
The door to the throne
Sittin' there starin' back
At me was George jones
Well I freaked out
Because he's one of my favorites
And I told him!
He looked back
Tammy Wynette & George Jones
(George)
My shoulder still burns
Where you touched me last night
You hugged me and walked out the door
We've been
to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when
Piercing his reflection as he
Pulls off an ear
'neath the sign reading Exit
By the backstage door
His fans are collected for a
Glimpse at the star
He
with two weeks pay
And I'd probably blow it on beer anyway
Hey wait 'til you hear him sing like George Jones
He stopped loving her today
They
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