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Freight Train Boogie

 Written  by Rabon Delmore and Jim Scott
Well Casey Jones he was a mighty man
But now he's resting in the promised land
The only kind of music he could understand
Was a big eight wheel wheeler under his command

He made a freight train boogie
All the time
He made a freight train boogie
And he rolled down the line

He told his firemen better ring your bell
So all the people on the line could tell
Casey Jones he's a rollin' to town
And on a big eight wheeler he's a burnin' the ground

He made a freight train boogie
All the time
He made a freight train boogie
And he rolled down the line

Hey Sim Webb we're runnin' way behind
And I feel trouble on down the line
Casey Jones is the roller's name
And on a big eight-wheeler, he's a rollin' to fame

He made a freight train boogie
All the time
He made a freight train boogie
And he rolled down the line

Well, he made a freight train boogie
All the time
He made a freight train boogie
And he rolled down the line
So long, Casey

Sundown In Nashville

 Written  by Dwayne Warwick
The sign says "Welcome to Nashville"
From whatever road you've been down
It seems like the first of the milestones
For here is the city, the town

It's a quaint, old mystical city
Where legends and idols have stood
It's a place, where dreams come to harbor
A country boy's Hollywood

But it's lonely at sundown in Nashville
That's when beaten souls start to weep
Each evening at sundown in Nashville
They sweep broken dreams off the street

You'll walk, down 16th to Broadway
Into a world of heartache and pain
Where hillbilly honky tonk angels
Cry out, from the dark side of fame

You'll find, some discarded love songs
And tear stains all over the ground
In a city where dreams get shattered
And swept to the outskirts of town

But it's lonely at sundown in Nashville
That's when beaten souls start to weep
Each evening at sundown in Nashville
They sweep, broken dreams off the street
They sweep, broken dreams off the street

Bluegrass Express

 Written  by Bobby Osborne
Ridin' the Bluegrass Express
Ridin' the Bluegrass Express
This train will soon be gone
And I'm goin' home
On the Bluegrass Express

She crossed the river at New Port Town
Louisville, Lexington, she's south bound
Richmond, Winchester, Bowling Green
Prettiest place I've ever seen

Ridin' the Bluegrass Express
Ridin' the Bluegrass Express
This train will soon be gone
And I'm goin' home
On the Bluegrass Express

Ridin' the Bluegrass Express
Ridin' the Bluegrass Express
This train will soon be gone
And I'm goin' home
On the Bluegrass Express
On the Bluegrass Express

Keep Her Off Your Mind

Written  by Arthur Jackson and Ralph Mooney
If you see my baby walkin' down the street
And if my baby you by chance to meet
You better keep her off your mind
I don't mean maybe
You better keep her off your mind
Coz she's my baby

Well I saw how you're lookin' when my baby walks by
I seen you give me that ole evil eye
You better keep her off your mind
I don't mean maybe
You better keep her off your mind
Coz she's my baby

Well I know you like my baby and buddy that's tough
If ya don't lay off, we'll have to get a little rough
You better keep her off your mind
I don't mean maybe
You better keep her off your mind
Coz she's my baby

There's a .44 gun hangin' on my side
Says that woman's gonna be my bride
You better keep her off your mind
I don't mean maybe
You better keep her off your mind
Coz she's my baby
You better keep her off your mind
Coz she's my baby

Pretty Boy Floyd

 Written  by Woody Guthrie
If you'll gather 'round me, children
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

Well it was in the town of Shawnee
It was Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode

There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard

Well Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Yes he did

There's many a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How this outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home

Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand-dollar bill

It was Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas Day
There come a whole car load of groceries
With a letter that did say

"You say that I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief."

Now as through this world I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen
That's how it's done these days

But as through your life you travel
As through your life you roam
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home

A Satisfied Mind

 Written  by Jack Rhodes and Joe Hayes
How many times have, you heard someone say
If I had his money, I could do things my way
But little they know, that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind

Money can't buy back, your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonesome, or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person, is a pauper at times
Compared to the man, with a satisfied mind

When my life has ended, and my time has run out
My friends and my loved ones, I'll leave there's no doubt
But one thing's for certain, when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world, with a satisfied mind

How many times have, you heard someone say
If I had his money, I could do things my way
But little they know, that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind
One rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind

Truck Drivers' Blues

Written  by Marty Stuart
Oh, these truck drivers' blues
Oh, these truck drivers' blues
Hey I got me a rig, it takes the curves
Two tons of steel shakin' my nerves
Pumpin' them brakes, slammin' them gears
Seems like I ain't been home in ten years
Oh, these truck drivers' blues

I've been on that road all day and all night
And I look like I've come from a rooster fight
Takin' caffeine, hot steam, runnin' real fast
'Cause the last few miles have been draggin' by fast
I'm a haulin' cows and shuckin' that corn
Been drivin' big ole trucks since I was born
Talkin' 'bout oh these truck drivers' blues
Oh these truck drivers' blues

Hey I got me a rig, it takes the curves
Two tons of steel, shakin' my nerves
Pumpin' them a brakes and a slammin' them gears
Seems like I ain't been home in ten years
Oh, these truck drivers' blues

I got a little doll baby waitin' back home
She talks sweet to me when I am gone
A little blonde-on-blonde hillbilly honey
Like it says on my truck, her name is Connie, Connie, Connie
Connie
I got her up there on the dashboard of my dreams
Can't wait to get back home if ya know what I mean
Oh, these truck drivers' blues
Oh, these truck drivers' blues

Hey I got me a rig, it takes the curves
Two tons of steel, shakin' my nerves
Pumpin' them brakes, slammin' them gears
Seems like I ain't been home in ten years
Oh, these truck drivers' blues
Oh, these truck drivers' blues
Oh, these truck drivers' blues

Old, Old House

 Written   by George Jones and Hal Bynum
There's an old, old house that once was a mansion
On a hill overlookin' the town
But time's left a wreckage where once there was a beauty
And soon the old house will tumble down

When the leaves start to fall in autumn
And the rain starts to drip from the trees
There's an old, old man who walks in the garden
And his head is bowed in memory

Well they say he built the mansion for the love of his woman
And they planned to be married in the fall
But her love did wither in the last days of summer
And the house stood empty after all

When the leaves start to fall in autumn
And the rain starts to drip from the trees
There's an old, old man who walks in the garden
And his head is bowed in memory
And his head is bowed in memory

Carol Lee

 Written  by Kenny Vaughan
Carol Lee, won't ya go with me
Carol Lee, won't ya go with me
Go down to Mississippi
All the way to Biloxi

Carol Lee, you look good to me
Carol Lee, you look pretty good to me
In the mornin we'll be strollin' hand in hand
In the warm gulf breeze

Your ruby red lips, the smile on your face
Moonlight drive down the Natchez Trace
Carol Lee, won't ya go with me
In the mornin' we'll be rollin' in the sand
Down by the sea

Put your head on my shoulder on Highway 49
While I ease it on down that gulf shore line
Carol Lee, come ride with me
Way down in Mississippi
We can be who we wanna be

Carol Lee, won't ya go with me
Carol Lee, come dine with me
We'll have shrimp po'boys
And key lime pie and ice tea
You and me, Carol Lee

Big River

 Written  by John R. Cash
Well I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
I'm gonna sit right here until I die

I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota)
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back downstream cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when you called

Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river)
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone
Well I found her trail in Memphis, but she had just walked up the bluff
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone

And then I pulled into Natchez the next day down the river
And there wasn't much left to make a rounder stay very long
When I left it was rainin', but nobody saw me cry
Big River, why she doin' me this way

Well I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

A Honky Tonk Song

 Written  by Buck Peddy and Mel Tillis
Well I got me a room in a cheap hotel
My head was a spinning and I didn't feel well
I laid right down and tried to go to sleep
But the band was playing in the joint underneath
I picked up my pillow and I covered up my head
But the band kept a playing and shaking my bed

Honky tonk all night long, honky tonk same old song
Honky tonk my money's all gone, honky tonk she done me wrong
I turned and I tossed and I couldn't go to sleep
The band kept a playing with a honky tonk beat

Well, I'm so blue, my baby's gone
She took all my money and left me all alone
I'm trying to forget her but I don't know what to do
'Cause the honky tonk song keeps a leaking through
I picked up my pillow and I covered up my head
But the band kept a playing and shaking my bed

Honky tonk all night long, honky tonk same old song
Honky tonk my money's all gone, honky tonk she done me wrong
I turned and I tossed and I couldn't go to sleep
'Cause the band kept a playing with a honky tonk beat

Honky tonk all night long, honky tonk same old song
Honky tonk my money's all gone, honky tonk she done me wrong
I turned and I tossed and I couldn't go to sleep
'Cause the band kept a playing with a honky tonk beat
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