Lyrics:
the glances
That people give when they pass by me
A little Haggard is just how I'll be
I'm too worn down to look like Elvis
I'm no prima-donna no I ain't that
true
The charade is through
And you can't seem to run away from you
Away from you
And the haggard ex-lover of a long-time loser
Stands
Daddy's on the front porch pourin' one more high
Or more than Haggard's pickin'
And Mama's cuttin' onions in the kitchen
Seventeen, summer buzz
I
upon her haggard face
Hear the owls cry at midnight
And the towers tolling bells
There is a fog upon the forest
Where she's been she'll never tell
for raisin' hell
Cause Haggard went to prison and Cash went to jail
Jones and Haggard both helped pay Paycheck's bail
Hank tried to sing drunk that
This lonely life is a heavy haul
Half haggard and hurtin’
How long can the hands of time
Keep me wandering these streets like a ghost
When every passing
Where have the rebels gone
We don't need another pretty boy singing pretty songs
Fake country boys, doing country all wrong
Need another Haggard
alright with some jack in their coke
The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin'
There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard
and a 100 gallon keg of beer and
Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started takin' requests
Well don't get me wrong boys this is
we've always done
Long live all the small towners
Sunup to sundowners
That old school Haggard and Hank
Long live longneck bottles
And wide-open
And I know what your thinkin
That sounds a little bit mundane
But just wait... I met Merle Haggard Today
My buddy called and said Haggard's in town
or takes me back in time
To the place that we once were
Nobody thrills me, nobody chills me
Nobody kills me
Like Haggard, Hank and her
Memory
Swinging Doors/I'm A Lonesome Fugitive/Sing Me Bac
Swing Doors:
(Merle Haggard)
This ol' smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to
But I gave up
and a 100 gallon keg of beer and Haggard dropped by
And brought Willie with him
And they started taking requests
Well don't get me wrong boys this is
control
So I'm gonna get wasted
With all my country heroes
I'm drinkin' some George Jones,
And a little bit of Coe
Haggard's easin' my misery
drinkin' some George Jones
And a little bit of Coe
Haggard's easin' my misery
And Waylon's keepin' me from home
Hank's givin' me those high times
Cash
songs
Fake country boys, doing country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher,
Thank God for them country girls
Like a jukebox filled with Haggard songs
I'll could sit and drink here all night long
Like a jukebox filled with
No te has ido Merle Haggard
Tu presencia anda por ahí
En el cielo de los más nobles vaqueros
Todos cantan mama tried
No te has ido fugitivo
Búsquenlo
high and lonesome
Give me a steel guitar
Give me that Texas fiddle, or a Tennessee waltz
Give me Willie or Waylon, Haggard, or Jones
Country these days
cnd we sing Merle Haggard songs at the Capri.
Well the dog track closed down years ago,
This is where the winners and the broke would go
cnd Uncle
Haggard woulda wrote songs about you
If the whiskey in this bottle
Don't let me down might not get over you
But I'll gain a little ground
Somehow it feels
Long hair was not in style the first time I heard Haggard on the radio, but I could feel the changes comin' on.
The Beatles crossed the ocean,
we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevrolet set
Our steak and martinis
Is draft beer with wieners
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
No
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