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Knox County Blues
03:20
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It was on a Friday night
I got in a fight
Now they'll never let me be
That man pulled out a knife
So I took his life
And now I'm runnin' like a dog from Tennessee
Made my way to Texas
Sorrow big as the stars
Drinkin' away my troubles
In a Hill Country honky-tonk bar
Lord, Lord
In a Hill Country honky-tonk bar
If it weren't for Sheriff Brown
I'd be in town
Pickin' & a-grinnin, feelin' fine
Instead I gotta roam
So far from my home
Got them Knox County Blues on my mind
Hitched on down to Suwanee
Five dollars to my name
If I had it to do over again
You know that I would do the same
Lord, Lord
I know I'd have to do the same
My gal began to cry
Cause I didn't say goodbye
Had to leave in darkness on the tracks
Wrote her a letter from the road
Said I love you so
And I'm sorry you can't write me back
Stumbled out to New Orleans
Made some money rollin' dice
When that man said double or nothin
Well you know I didn't think twice
Lord, Lord
Ah hell, I never think twice
Driftin' town to town
Lonely is the sound
Of a man without company
Weary and blue
But what can I do
Oh its the road or the gallows for me
Said its the road or the gallows for me
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Salty Dog
02:16
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Traditional
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Some Ol Trouble
03:09
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Been runnin' round town like an old lost dog
Eatin' people's scraps and sleepin' in a log
Howlin' at the moon from the top of the hill
Sittin on a barstool feelin' high
Fixin' to drink my pockets dry
And I ain't leavin' till I've had my fill
Well its been rainy days for so long
Do think I'm ready for sunshine
All out of luck
I went and drank my last few bucks
And I'll probably die with trouble on my mind
Been feelin' like a coyote in the sun
The day ain't over till I've had my fun
Bed down on some muddy river bank
Wake up the next mornin' do it again
Prayin' for redemption, livin' in sin
Listenin' to George & Merle & Good ol' Hank
Well its been rainy days for so long
Do think I'm ready for sunshine
I'm out of luck
I went and drank my last few bucks
And I'll probably die with trouble on my mind
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4. |
Gamblin Bar Room Blues
03:22
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Written by Jimmie Rodgers
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No Good Troublin Ways
02:49
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Oh Lordy, Lordy
I drank my fill
Half a dozen more
I'm buried up on the hill
And I've been feelin'
Just like a dirty dog
Make my home in some ol hollow log
Drinkin' holes in my pockets
Dancin' holes in my shoes
Back to singing these
Broke and lonely blues
And I ain't got but 2 dollars to my name
If I had a million more these blues would still be the same
Well I went to go a-fishin
In the fishin' hole
But the water was too shallow
And I forgot my pole
All the fish they were a jumpin' and laughin' at me on the shore
I hung my head says I can't take no more
The sun seemed to go down oh so soon
Next thing I know I'm drinking and howlin' at the moon
And I musta got a pint from every stranger in the bar
That lonely mornin' seemed so very far
Mornin' time came
I'm as lonely as can be
The birds they were a-jumpin'
And I heard 'em say to me
Boy you know you got to quit your troublin' ways
Cause they ain't no high times low down in your grave
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6. |
Blue Bonnet Blues
04:20
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Going down to Texas, got me them Blue Bonnet Blues
Going down to Texas, got me them Blue Bonnet Blues
Got them Lonestar Blues from my head down to my shoes
There's a gal down in Florida, said she hates to see me go
Gal down in Florida, said she hates to see me go
Said "Come back sweet daddy when them cold winds begin to blow"
Gonna make my way now, from the mountains to the shore
I'll make my way now, from the mountains to the shore
And when I'm down ramblin', I'm sure I'll ride some more
I've been no account and low-down, since the day I was born
No account and low-down, since the day I was born
But my bones are achin' and my boots are tattered and torn
I miss the old sawgrass, I aim to be where its warm
Miss the old sawgrass, I aim to be where its warm
I miss the magnolia, the place where I was born
That gal she is a fine one, she gets me weak in the knees
That gal she is a fine one, she gets me weak in the knees
And her kisses are as sweet as an Everglades breeze
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