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Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right
Gonna have a party, a week from Saturday night

Thought I'd call you early, make sure that you know
There's gonna be a party and I'd love for you to go
I just wanna give you time to get your story right
There's gonna be a party and it might last all night

Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right
Gonna have a party, a week from Saturday night

There's gonna be some music and we can sing along
I bet before the night is through they'll play our favorite song
When they play that slow dance and I'm holdin' you so tight
That's when the party's startin', baby, and it might last all night

Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right
Gonna have a party, a week from Saturday night

Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right
Gonna have a party, a week from Saturday night

. . .


(Bud McGuire/George Pearce)

I remember campin' all night
Down by the river's edge
Skinny dippin' in the bright moonlight
Divin' off a ledge
Skippin' rocks across the water
Fishin' on an old trout line
Giggin' frogs 'til the early mornin'
Smokin' dried crossvine

Take me back down where the Red River rolls
Send me back to Louisianne
Take me back down where the white water flows
To the Cajun promised land
Give me my line and my old pirogue
Get me back as fast as you can
Take me back home where the Red River rolls
Take me back home where the Red River rolls

Floatin' down the river on a patched up inner tube
Eatin' dinner on the ground
Made of fresh caught catfish stew
Lay wake at night
When I hear a wildcat scream
Tellin' tales by campfire light
About the girls in our dreams

Take me back home where the Red River rolls
Send me back to Louisianne
Take me back down where the white water flows
To the Cajun promised land
Give me my line and my old pirogue
Get me back as fast as you can
Take me back home where the Red River rolls
Take me back home where the Red River rolls

Take me back home where the Red River rolls
Send me back to Louisianne
Take me back down where the white water flows
To the Cajun promised land
Give me my line and my old pirogue
Get me back as fast as you can
Take me back home where the Red River rolls
Take me back home where the Red River rolls

. . .


(Dave Loggins)

Roll On

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (roll on)

Well it's Monday morning, he's kissin' momma goodbye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather 'round momma
They ask her when daddy's comin' home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)

Ah, but he calls them every night and he tells them that he loves them
He taught them this song to sing

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)

Well it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois

But the driver was missin' and the search had been abandoned
For the weather had everything stalled
And they had checked all the houses and the local motels
When they had some more news they'd call
And she told them when they found him to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin'

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on

Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long
Thinkin' nothing but the worst is comin'
With the ringin' of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When momma asked him to bring daddy home
And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end
Askin' her if she had been singin' the song, singin'

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)

Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on

. . .


She and I live in our own little world
Don't worry about the world outside

She and I agree
She and I lead a perfectly normal life
Ah but just because we aren't often seen socially
People think we've got something to hide.
But all our friends know we're just a little old fashioned
She and I

Oh ain't that great
Aint it fine
To have a love someone that others can't find
Aint it wonderful to know all we ever need is just the two of us
She and I
So wonderful
She and I

She and I share with every body else
The same wants, needs and desires
She and I save
She and I pay on everything we acquire

Ah but just because we aren't often seen separately
People think we live one life.

Its hard for them to see how anyone could be as close as
She and I

. . .


(Randy Owen)

It's her first night on the town since she was just eighteen
A lady down on love and out of hope and dreams
The ties that once bound her now are broke away
And she's like a baby, just learning how to play

She never thought that love could ever end so soon
Her mind drifts back in time to a mid-summer moon
When he asked her to marry and she glady said O.K
And a woman came to be from the girl of yesterday

Now she's a lady down on love
She needs somebody to gentley pick her up
She's got her freedom, but she'd rather be bound
To a man who would love her and never let her down

Well, I know a lady that's down on her love
'Cause I used to hold her and have that special touch
But work took me a way from home late at nights
And I wasn't there when she turned out the lights
Then both of us got lonely and I gave into lust
And she just couldn't live with a man she couldn't trust

Now she's a lady down on love
She needs somebody to gently pick her up
She's got her freedom, but she'd rather be bound
To man who would love her and never let her down
Now she's a lady down on love

. . .


I was born across the river
In the mountains where I call home.
Lord, times were good there.
Don't know why I ever roamed

Oh, Tennessee River and a mountain man,
We get together anytime we can.
Oh, Tennessee River and a mountain man,
We play together in Mother Nature's band.

Me and my woman's done made our plans
On the Tennessee River, walkin' hand in hand
Gonna raise a famly, Lord, settle down
Where peace and love can still be found.

Oh, Tennessee River and a mountain man,
We get together anytime we can.
Oh, Tennessee River and a mountain man,
We play together in Mother Nature's band.

. . .


Well, take me back down where cool water flows, y'all
Oh let me remember the things I've done, Lord
Walk on the log where the catfish bite
Walking along the river road at night
Barefoot girl, dancin' in the moonlight, ooh

I can hear the bullfrog callin' me (rabbit)
Wond'rin' if my rope's still hangin' to the tree
Ole Brody Jr. took me over
Said you gonna find a well that's colder
If I'm a bad boss, gimme some, o'Green River

Well..............
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, y'all
Oh let me remember the things I've done, Lord
Walk on the log where the catfish bite
Walking along the river road at night
Barefoot girl, dancin' in the moonlight, ooh
Well..............

. . .


(Randy Owen/Teddy Gentry)

Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs
Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night

Had to learn about the ladies, too young to understand
Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away
To some other guitar picker in some other late night place

Yeah, held on to my music, I let the ladies walk away
Took my songs and dreams to Nashville then I moved on to L.A.
Up to New York City all across the USA
I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say that my

Home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred

What keeps me goin' I don't really know
Can't be the money Lord knows I'm always broke
Could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood
When the people really love ya and let you know when it's good

Oh I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please
I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me
And someday when I make it, when love finds a way
Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that my

Home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred

And my home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred

. . .


You get up every morning
From your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above
And people pushin', people shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time
You can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed
Look at me I'm self-employed
I love to work at nothing all day

And I'll be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
Work out

If it were easy as fishin'
You could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar
Chances are you'll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows
People see you having fun
Just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It's the work that we avoid
And we're all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day

And we be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime

And we be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime

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