Lyrics:
Course you know Roy Orbison can sing just as high as anybody here
And Ernest Tubb can sing as low
And Patsy Cline, well, bet she's the best singin' angel
old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old Hillbilly way
Mister Red Foley came from Kentucky
Now, Ernest Tubb down in Texas, don't
Cowboy Copas Hankshaw Hawkins Gentleman Jim and Patsy Cline
Rod Bradsfield Ira Louvin these stars will always shine
Ernest Tubb and great Red Foley
from Daddy and Ernest Tubb too.
This is the platinum boy that does the rock and roll country blues.
Now I'm looking for a lover and I'm going to have
I love the money
And it's true I love all the honeys
But the thing I really love is
To get down with the band
Not everybody loves me but those
That
and Ernest Tubb too.
I do country-rock. I do blues.
Now I'm looking for a lover and I'm going to have some fun.
Oh my name is Bocephus. 'ell, I'm a son
You
(Ernest Tubb)
I'm walking the floor over you
I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying
As my heart breaks right in two
Walking
That accounts for all them days in the cold
Feels like kids and cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, homes, trust I done
And here's to the guy that often gets overlooked
But just as part of the Texas music scene as anybody ever was
Ernest Tubb put this song out in 1949
at odds
We're more like than not, two peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
I once gave it away at thirty grams an O
That accounts for all
of complete darkness
Constant danger, safe return doubtful
Honour and recognition in case of success"
Ernest put out a call
To find the bravest of all
what you've had in mind, I'll write you one tonight)
Well, I wrote a little song a few months ago
My friends all said that thing oughta go
So I
Ernest Tubb, if they asked me to join the club
He'd probably run me outta Nashville on a rail
Somebody's got to stop me before I land on the Grand Ole
the tracks not falling as I planned
A lonely mug for one listening to Ernest Tubb
Sing Tomorrow Never Comes, lo-fi but clear
I’m still here
I always feel alive
a leader
Overseer
Of the work
Hired for here
c Nova Scotian
By name of Ernest
Van Buskirk
Then he moved in
With his lady
Little Billy and Viola
This was
He said i ain't seen this before, at least not in my occupation
Familiar sounds of Ernest Tubb bring me to my youth
But what's all this "Boppin'
the sun, storm, crescent Universal family, living universal law
And big brother don't love us at all, can't find a way to evolve
The reality is that we live
ole Merle and all the rest
What's happened to the radio, and all that beautiful noise
Stand up & shout, lets hear it now, for Hank & the boys
We all
the rap, the brother got the rap
The born loser, not because I choose to be
But because all the bad shit happens to me
I got kids, but their mothers
Things you dare to do
You take away all the love
Just me and my records
Old Hank and Ernest Tubb
I cry out loud
Have nothing left to say
The bottle
safe if my brother was here
But my brother, left me all alone
Now I gotta, make it on my own
Oh, I begged you not to go
Spille tubb i skolekorps
Now
on the day that his brother comes
Yup yup, here comes another one
Another beacon of love to which we'll all succumb
Here comes another, here comes
an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes
Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of thirty gone
Who lost hope but still journeyed on
Yet
gone, that's full throttle
Young Corby going in, I'm about my Elizabeth
No Sir Edmund, just Ernest Ruthorford
And they wonder how I get it from by the way
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