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a country song for everyone out there
We have a wide selection
For every theme and function
Oh yeah
Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, Willie Nelson
George Jones

What ever happened to sad songs and waltzes
What ever happened to George Jones
What ever happened to Jolene stealing our man
Instead of sleeping with

Yeah
I got a slow hand like twitty
No show jones but I’m coming to your city
I walk the line and look real good in black 
But I’ll never be cool as Cash

I got a slow hand like twitty
No show jones but I’m coming to your city
I walk the line and look real good in black 
But I’ll never be cool as Cash

Real Country Music

Verse 1
Well my pappy gave me Johnny Cash to cut my teeth,
I sipped Charlie Louven, and drank Jim Reeves.
And I got my fill

Here we go
Johnny invites you to come again
Feeling woozy? Sit right down, you're with friends
When you're here, audience, you're a star
Johnny invites

you Letty
Way you
Uh
Way you ride it
Way you grip that stick
You a filthy bitch
You a dirty hoe
You a Leslie Jones
Way you suck my soul
Call you Keyshia

the bejesus out of john jones and when im done, im gonna go over to johnny c's place over in union street in brooklyn, have a couple of veschetta's and give

and roll

She's Dark Side of the Moon
And I'm more Lovesick Blues
She likes them Rolling Stones
I'm die hard Haggard and Jones
I don't know where we fell in

and day
When that swingin' cat from Memphis blew me away

Then I discovered Dylan
And the Rolling Stones
Johnny Cash and Jerry Lee
Waylon and George Jones

There ain't no better music than good old country tunes
Love to hear them twangy classics from Johnny and June
Even driving through the city, I crank

Body Bag

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

market behind Johnny Rocket's
Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West
with the devil branded on your chest
I had to step up

another thing clear
Blame it on the cowgirls
And the rednecks
The jukebox
And Johnny Paycheck
Don't blame the cure
For the pain or the suds
I'm turnin'

I never had the chance to meet Merle Haggard
I never had the chance to meet George Jones
I lived too far away from where the country music played
But

ours
Got Listerine for the tongue, they leaving my mouth sour
But hopefully I don't fold
Johnny Dang got me tippin' on four Vogues in rose gold
Two

I'm going hard with the gang
All you see body bags
I wanna meet Johnny Dang
I want my diamonds to
I want my diamonds to dance
Imma go get me bag

I'm going hard with the gang
All you see body bags
I wanna meet Johnny Dang
I want my diamonds to
I want my diamonds to dance
Imma go get me bag

Here I'll Stay

Bryn Terfel

If Ever I Would Leave You: The Songs Alan Jay Lerner

1998

blow you away

Al Capone and A Bad Boy Jones
On the wrong side of the law
Johnny D and his company,
Always first to the draw
Gangster lean, feelin'

as they play some Johnny Cash and a little bit of Simple Man 
Let me hear some Brooks and Dunn
Yeah that's the one

(Another long week gone) another night

religion you're in
For me I think it sounds pretty rad
I could hang with G.G. Darby Crash or Johnny Cash
If going to hell's a sin, come on and count me in

Nashville Blues

Cory Morrow

Live from Austin TX

2007

or two
Now I'm flat busted in jail fightin' the Nashville Blues

Chorus
I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon
I think Kris and Merle are songwriting

fight, but no one minds 'cause he sounds so good
He won't fetch a stick or lick your hand
He loves spike jones and dixieland
Sammy the dog has learned

No One Listens to Music Anymore

David Jones got into a fight 
Changed the colour of his eyes
Muddy Waters record in his head, David Bomberg on his

Oh lord have mercy, because my sister's flipped.

Old Johnny Two-Shoes, his jaw just hit the floor
Little Granny Jones, yeah she keeled right over