Low Down Freedom

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Long haired young girl,here beside me
Fit my body,warm my mind
Sleeping quiet,never knowing
By tomorrow she’ll be one more thing i’m gonna leave behind

Like them big wheels, I’ll be rolling
Like them rivers, gonna flow to sea
Cause i’d rather leave here knowing
That i made a fool of love before it made a fool of me

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Low down freedom,you’ve done cost me
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Everything i’ll ever lose
Your as empty as my pockets
From the top of where you start down to the bottom of my shoes

Open highway lonesome wind blow
Tell me something i don’t know
Wrap them warm arms around me
Tell me why i’m gonna leave when i don’t really want to go

Lonesome Onry And Mean

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On a greyhound bus,Lord i’m traveling this morning
I’m going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans
Been driving these highways, been doing things my way
It’s been making me lonesome,on’ry and mean

Now her hair was jet black, and her name was Codiene
Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street queens
She got tired of that smokey whine dream
Began to feel lonesome,on’ry and mean

We got together,and we cashed in our sweeps
Gave them to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets
There’s no escaping from his snowy white dreams
Born lookin’ lonesome,on’ry and mean

Now i’m down in this valley,where the wheels turn so low
At dawn i pray,to the Lord of my soul
I say do Lord,do right by me
I’m tired of being lonesome,on’ry and mean

Only Daddy That’ll Walk The Line
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Everybody knows you’ve been steppin’ on my toes
And I’m gettin’ pretty tired of it
You keep a steppin’ out of line, you’re messin’ with my mind
If you had any sense you’d quit

‘Cause ever since you were a little bitty teeny girl
You said I was the only man in this whole world
Now you better do some thinkin’ then you’ll find
You got the only daddy that’ll walk the line

I keep a workin’ every day all you want to is play
I’m tired of stayin’ out all night
I’m comin’ unglued From your funny little moods
Now Honey baby that ain’t right

solo riff (2x) riff (2x)

You keep a packin’ up my clothes nearly everybody knows
That you’re still just a puttin’ me on
But when I start a walkin’ Gonna hear you start a squawkin’
And beggin’ me to come back home

Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way
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Lord its the same ol tune Fiddle and guitar
Where do we take it from here?
Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars
Its been the same way for years
We need a change

Somebody told me when I came to Nashville
Son, you’ve finally got it made
Ol Hank made it here
And we’re all sure that you will
But I don’t think Hank done it this way
Naw, I don’t think Hank done this way

Ten years on the road makin’ one night stands
Speeding my young life away
Tell me one more time just so’s I’ll understand
Are you sure Hank done it this way?
Did ol Hank really do it this way?

Lord I’ve see the world with a five-piece band
Looking at the backside of me
Singing my songs, one of his now and then
But I don’t think Hank done ’em this way
No I don’t think Hank done ’em this way

Mental Revenge
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I hope the friend that you’ve thrown yourself with
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He gets drunk and looses his job
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every road that you travel on
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is dusty rocky and hard

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I couldn’t let you love me
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cause you could never be true

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All and all if the curtain should fall
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Well I hope it falls on you
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I will have sweet sweet mental revenge
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You can bet your sweet sweet mental revenge

Well I hope that the train from Caribou Maine
runs over your new love affair
And you walk the floor from door to door
And pullout your peroxide hair

You never was my woman
cause you could never be true
All and all if the curtain should fall
Well I hope it falls on you

I will have sweet sweet mental revenge
You can bet your sweet sweet mental revenge

Waymores Blues

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Well i woke up this morning it was drizzling rain
Around the curve called a passenger train
I heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan
Jimmy he’s dead it’s been a long time gone

Been a long time gone
A long time gone

If you want to get to heaven got to d-i-e
You got to put on your coat and t-i-e
Want to get the rabbit out of the l-o-g
Gotta make a commotion like a d-o-g
Like a d-o-g
Like a d-o-g

I gotta good woman what’s the matter with me
What makes me want to love every woman i see
I was traveling when i met her now i’m traveling again
And every women she sees looks like a place i came in
Looks like a place i came in
Place i came in

I got my name painted on my shirt
I ain’t no ordinary dude,i don’t have to work
I don’t have to work

Cedartown Georgia
Intro
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Verse
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I got a gal in Cedartown Georgia
I used to have to walk nearly three miles to court her
She never had much, just a sharecropper’s daughter
But I married her and took her down to New Orleans.
Got a little house in the South French Quarter

Got a job tookin’ bales load them on steamboat
I give the seven days pay next day unbroke
When she ain’t a sleepin’ all day she’s a primpin’.
Every evenin’ when the sun goes down
She starts a swarmin’ on Orleans town

Walkin’ into work this mornin’ at daybreak
I caught her with the tall long dandy from canebreak.
As she walked right by me and she looked right through me
I made up my mind what I’m a gonna do
Eased in the pawnshop and bought a 22

I watched as the roomclerk gave them a room key
A standin’ right outside I could read Room 23
Tonight I’ll put her on a train for Georgia
Gonna be a lotta kin folks squallin’ and a grieving
‘Cause that Cedartown gal ain’t breathing…

‘T’ For Texas / One Way Out – medley
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Well, ‘T’ for Texas, ‘T’ for Tennessee
I said “‘T’ for Texas, another ‘T’ for Tennessee”
T for that no good woman, no good gal that made a wreck of me

I’d rather drink myself muddy water, sleep all night in a ‘holler’ log
I’d rather drink muddy water, sleep all day and night in a ‘holler’ log
Than to hang around Atlanta… be put down and treated like a dirty dog

If you don’t want me, woman, just say so, that’s all
If you don’t want me, woman, all you gotta do is come around and say so, that’s
all
‘Cos I can get myself more women than any two men or a passenger train can haul

Well, ‘T’ for Texas, ‘T’ for Tennessee
I said “‘T’ for Texas, another ‘T’ for Tennessee”
‘T’ for Thelma… no good gal that made a wreck of me

Louisiana Women
(John J. Cale)
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I got a gal in Baton Rouge she calls me Louisiana
She gives me a little something to eat
She knows just what I want
She treats me right
Lord, Lord, Lord treats me right (yes she does) Treats me right. (yeah, take it Willie)

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I went down to New Orleans to have myself a ball
The ladies there they don’t care they just don’t care at all
But they treat you right Lord Lord Lord treat you right Louisiana gal treats you right.

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From the gulf of the Mississippi up to Baton Rouge
With the Louisiana ladies boy you just can’t lose
They’ll treat you right
Lord, Lord, Lord treat you right Yeah, treat you right boy.

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I got a gal in Baton Rouge she called me Louisiana…

I’m a Ramblin’ Man
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I’ve been down the Mississippi
Down through New Orleans, yes I have
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I’ve played in California
There ain’t too much I haven’t seen
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Well I’m a ramblin’ man
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Don’t mess around with any ol’ ramblin’ man

Left a girl in West Virginia
Up there where that green grass grows, yes I did
Another girl in Cincinnati
Waitin’ where the Ohio River flows, poor girl
I’m a ramblin’ man
Don’t give your heart to a ramblin’ man

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You’d better move away
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You’re standin’ too close to the flame
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Once I mess with your mind
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Your little heart won’t be the same
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Well I’m a ramblin’ man
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Don’t mess around with any ol’ ramblin’ man

Well, up in Chicago
I was known as Quiet Boy, yes I was
Down in Alabama
They call me the man of joy, still do
Well, I’m a ramblin’ man
Don’t fall in love with a ramblin’ man chorus 2x

High Time / YOU QUIT YOUR LOWDOWN WAYS
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Well, I’m sick and tired of wakin’ up sick and tired
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As of today there’s gonna be some changes made
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Well, you might as well keep your feet on the ground
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‘Cause I won’t stand still for your movin’ around
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It’s high time you quit your lowdown ways

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Anything to the talk I hear over town?
Is it really true, girl, that you go on the deck up and down?
Now, the word as well as I can recall:
Everywhere you’ve been, you’ve been the belle of the ball
It’s high time you quit your lowdown ways

(instrumental, same pattern as verses)

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I remember one time, now, way back down on the farm
My daddy had a Dominaker hen, but she wouldn’t stay home
Well now, she could fly higher than a jet airplane
But not after Daddy clipped her little ol’ wings
It’s high time you quit your lowdown ways

(instrumental, same pattern as verses; repeat and fade)

Are you Ready for the Country

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Slippin’ & a-slidin’, playin’ Dominos
Leftin’ & a-rightin’ ain’t a crime, you know
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Well, I gotta tell the story before it’s time to go

Are you ready for the country?
Are you ready for me?
Are you ready for the country?
Ain’t that a sight to see?

Talkin’ to a preacher, said God was on his side
Talkin’ to a butcher, they both were sellin’ hide
Well, I gotta tell the story, boys, I don’t know the reason why

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Are you ready for the country?
Are you ready for me?
Are you ready for the country?
Ain’t that a sight to see?
Better get ready for the country
Ready for me

As I was walkin’ ’round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the Winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew, without askin’, she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls

In the thick of the evening, when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes I’d been there before, been there before

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Well, I ain’t always right, but I’ve never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while, you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

Well, there ain’t nothing wrong with the way she moves
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by

Wind in the willow’s playin’ “Tea For Two”
The sky was yellow, and the sun was blue
Strangers stoppin’ strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band

Without a warning you broke my heart, takin’ it baby, tore it apart
And you left me standin’ in the dark, said your love for me was dyin’
Come on baby, baby please come on baby, cause I’m on my knees
Turn on your lights let it shine on me shine on your love lightLet it shine on me let shine, let it shine

When I get lonely in the middle of the night
And I need you darlin’ to make things all right
So come on baby, baby please and I’m beggin’ you baby cause I’m on my knees,
Turn on your lights let it shine on me
Turn on your love light let it shine on me
Let it shine, let it shine, let it

Without a warning you broke my heart, takin’ it baby, tore it apart
And you left me standin’ in the dark, shine your love for me was dark
Come on baby, baby please come on baby, cause I’m on my knees

Turn on your lights let it shine on me turn on your love light
Let it shine, let shine