Lyrics:
boy sure knew how to moan the blues
Let's go back
Where the music's true
Merle and George Jones
No autotune
Am I the only one still wondering who
Who's
holiday
We catch up with our three cowboys one cold
December night huddled around the camp fire.
How 'bout we sing some holiday songs?
Yeah, hey
Self-righteous finger-pointing they
Want to blame entertainment? Isn't
Religion the first
Real entertainment? People dress
Up in costumes
Sing songs and dedicate
me those high times, Cash is gonna sing it low
And I'm gonna get wasted with all my Country Heroes
I'm drinking some George Jones and a little bit
the lord's consent.
That was a talk on the open-field farming system by Professor Angus Jones. Some of the main points covered in this talk are now
I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol' Waylon on
I'm going to get all
holiday.
We catch up with our three cowboys one cold
December night huddled around the camp fire.
How ‘bout we sing some holiday songs?
Yeah, hey George
record on again
I don't want to hear sad songs anymore
I only want to hear love songs
I found my heart up in this place tonight
I don't want to sing
I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
Who fled from the mocking throng-o
It's the song
When you kiss my lips at the ER tonight
Serenade me with your memories of sad songs
Wouldn't poor George Jones just drop dead at the sigh
Of our fingers
' life
He put down the bottle, and he made her his wife
He'd tear your heart out, when he sang a song
And I feel a sad one comin' on
Oh, sing me
my feelings can't ignore
His songs will make you happy
Or they'll chill you to the bone
A gift to us from Texas
George Possum Jones
(Chorus 1)
city scene, but no matter where I was, I knew where he would be
Playing all those cowboy songs, Hank Williams to George Jones, White Lighting right down
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
like I'm
I don't want to hear sad songs anymore
I only want to hear love songs
I found my heart up in this place tonight
I don't want to sing mad
like I'm
I don't want to hear sad songs anymore
I only want to hear love songs
I found my heart up in this place tonight
I don't want to sing mad
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
OLD SONG THAT YOU SING
DEMANDING THAT WE DO OUR PROTESTS IN SILENCE
YOU ANSWER YOUR VIOLENCE WITH EVEN MORE VIOLENCE
CHORUS:
ALL RIGHT, YO!—IT’S MY
to sing it out
It’s killing me deep inside
Here I am
Writing a sad song....
Another sad song, sad song
Here I am
Writing a sad song
Another sad song, sad
Red Sovine
Waylon Jenings, Merle Haggerd, Patsy Cline
George Jones and Tammy and a great pair of Judds
And Hank Jr. sang with Sr. on an overdub
the night, burning rubber out of my life.
So turn it up loud, keep the beat strong, ain't trynna hear nothin bout an old sad song. Give me songs about trucks,
the time-being
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by...
When the Beatles Hit America
When
with two weeks pay
And I'd probably blow it on beer anyway
Hey wait 'til you hear him sing like George Jones
He stopped loving her today
They
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
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