Lyrics:
but if you don't know how
You do the Georgia Grind
Oh, the Georgia Grind
Everybody's tryin'
To do the Georgia Grind
Well, old Miss Jones was in
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
Just a few of my favorite lies . . .
Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
they say
She's the lyinest woman in town
When I need attention at home
I'll call you on the phone
Come yourself, don't send your friend Jones
Do
grow
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow
How they do it I don't know
But if you hand me my horn
I promise I won't blow no corn
Little Bo Peep has
came around
We'd always stop by Willie's house and say
'Do y'all need anything from town?'
He'd say 'No, but why don't cha all stop on your way back
George Jones
Would it do me any good if I called on the phone
Tell you I'm sorry for doing you so wrong
And say that I need you the way you said
young to know what I feel
But I know I love Willy Jones and I always will
Willy Jones it's you and me against all the world
I don't care what people
a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance
Don't cry young lovers whatever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my
By a fountain back in Rome
I fell in love with you
In a small cafe in Athens
You said you loved me too
And it was April in Paris
When I first
(George Jones)
« © '63 Glad Music »
Well here I stand on this high ground
Looking out over this great big town
Searching for love that didn't
Humble Mister Jones
c man that really no-one else could be
With poverty imposed
Imprisoned by his mediocrity
Humble Mister Jones
c friend who often
Now honey, you do the dishes and I'll feed the old sow
Also the chickens and our one jersey cow
Take down your curlers and powder your nose
Big
'm disheveled and I'm disdainful and I'm distracted and it's painful
But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight
Well Tom, do this
That's the way it lies
I'm tired of sleepin' by myself
But you're too dumb to realize
I'm not tryin' to make you feel blue
I'm not satisfied with
It was going pop
And it couldn't stop
Now it's number one,
Thanks to Tom the piper's Son.
Tom, Tom, the piper's Son
Stole a tune and away
Well a tom cat sittin' on a bale of hay
And a bulldog sittin' on the ground
I went and fetched the bulldog's tail
And they went around and around
Well a tom cat sittin' on a bale of hay
And a bulldog sittin' on the ground
I went and fetched the bulldog's tail
And they went around and around
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
came long, lean, lanky Jones
Commercial came on, so I got up to get myself a snack
You should've seen what was goin' on by the time that I got back
Down
a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called. He
Said, he is running late,
But I am to seat you now.
[Broad]
Okay, thank you.
[Waiter]
Follow me this way.
When we're together baby
Can we be more then friends
I need to know
This waiting is driving me crazy
Do you got it I got a Jones make it hot
Do
Come up and see me
Make me smile
And do what you want
For a little while
(Mr. Tom Jones)
Yeah
Baby, take off your coat (tell 'em Tom)
Real
around
We'd always stop by Willie's house and say
'Do y'all need anything from town?'
He'd say 'No, but why don't cha all stop on your way back through
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