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Jamey Johnson
Jamey Johnson


Background information
Born July 14, 1975
Origin Montgomery, Alabama, United States
Genre(s) Country
Years active 2005—present
Label(s) Universal
Mercury Nashville Records
BNA Records
Associated acts Trace Adkins
George Strait
Randy Houser
George Jones
John Michael Montgomery
Joe Nichols
James Otto
Website Website



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Jamey Johnson Album


The Guitar Song (09/14/2010)
09/14/2010
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By the Seat of Your Pants
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Dog In the Yard
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Thankful For the Rain
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Good Times Ain't What They Used To Be
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For the Good Times
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I was pourin' out my troubles
To a stranger in the bar
About the problems and the pressures
On a country music star

Half braggin', half complainin'
Bout the money and the fame
And just how lonely life can be
When you've made yourself a name

I said would you like a drink
He said thanks, I'll have a double
I've worked up a powerful thirst
Just listening to all your troubles
And while he makes that drink
I'll smoke one if you got 'em
It might be lonely at the top,
But its a bitch at the bottom

I left a hundred on the table
and didn't wait around for change
with my load a little lighter
and my thinking rearranged

That stranger made me realize
how thankful I should be
And if I forget I hope those words
he said I hope come back to me

I said would you like a drink
He said thanks, I'll have a double
I've worked up a powerful thirst
just listening to all your troubles
And while he makes that drink
I'll smoke one if you got 'em
It might be lonely at the top,
but its a bitch at the bottom

It might be lonely at the top,
but its a bitch at the bottom

. . .


IпїЅm sorry a phone call is the best I could do at this time
YouпїЅre busy
But this on-again off-again is startinпїЅ to mess with my mind
So baby

Cover your eyes
It canпїЅt hurt forever
Soon I wonпїЅt ever cross your mind
Cover your eyes
If you donпїЅt see me goin'
ThereпїЅs no way of knowin'
When itпїЅs time to cry
Cover your eyes

Darling if you wake up tomorrow and everything
Seems different
If I only exist as a name on your telephone screen
Hey listen

Cover your eyes
It canпїЅt hurt forever
Soon I wonпїЅt ever cross your mind
Cover your eyes
If you donпїЅt see me goin'
ThereпїЅs no way of knowin'
When itпїЅs time to cry
Cover your eyes

Cover your eyes
It canпїЅt hurt forever
Soon I wonпїЅt ever cross your mind
Cover your eyes
If you donпїЅt see me goin'
ThereпїЅs no way of knowin'
When itпїЅs time to cry
Cover your eyes

. . .


A rich mans got his picture on the cover of a magazine
Lives a pampered life with his trophy wife
And his long black limousines
He's got all the money in the whole wide world and toys he'll never use

But he don't know a damn thing bout when a poor man gets the blues

Rich man thinks his shoes are made to walk wherever he wants
From the top of all them high rise buildings to the bottom of the honkytonks
He'll step on everything in between but he won't a mile in my shoes

And he don't know a damn thing bout when a poor man gets the blues

He thinks his money rules the world and he don't give a damn
Bout a low class, backwoods, country boy from deep south Alabama
He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused
Well son you better watch your back when the poor man gets the blues

Rich man waltzed right into her life and swept her off her feet
For all his fame and his fortune
Lord knows I couldn't compete
When he took her love away from me I had nothing left to lose
But I told that rich man just what happens
When a poor man gets the blues

He thinks his money rules the world and he don't give a damn
Bout a low class, backwoods, country boy from deep south Alabama
He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused
Well son you better watch your back when the poor man gets the blues

. . .


They got a vintage Victrola 1951
Full of my favorite records that I grew up on
They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24
Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'.

Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'
I'm gonna spend the night like every night before
Playin' ET and I'll play 'em some more
I've gotta have a shot of them old troubadours

Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'.
Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'.

All my neon neighbors they like what I play
Cause they've heard it every night since you've walked away
Every day they replace old B24
'Cause every night I run a needle through 'Walking The Floor'

Every night I run a needle through 'Walking The Floor'.
I'm gonna spend the night like every night before
Playin' ET and I'll play 'em some more
I've gotta have a shot of them old troubadours.

Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'
Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'
I said set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'
Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'.

. . .


Taking a dip on the sunset strip in the mornin'
Ain't nothing like the smell of tofu and high dollar wine
They said maybe all of them cars locking down the I-5
Yeah I find it amazing these rats I've been chasing are helping me remember a time

When the only LA I knew was lower Alabama
Back when me and Hannah were wishing on a southern star
Now its so complicated, I really hate it, why'd I ever want to go so far
Taking depression pills in the Hollywood Hills
Acting like I'm playing the part

All this gripping and grinning, losing and winning, and running
Promises break like an egg on the hot asphalt
What the hell was I thinking, drinking like I'd never get caught
These high dollar women, and the fame and the fortune, ain't worth the ticket I bought

When the only LA I knew was lower Alabama
Back when me and Hannah were wishing on a southern star
Now its so complicated, I really hate it, why'd I ever want to go so far
Taking depression pills in the Hollywood Hills
Acting like I'm playing the part

Taking depression pills in the Hollywood Hills
Acting like I'm playing the part

. . .


The three little pigs have done built up their home's
And the wolf's been chased from the door
And little Bo Peep has done found all her sheep
And now she ain't lonely no more
And the monsters ain't under your bed
It's time to lay down your head

But baby don't cry
Your never alone
When you need your daddy
Just pick up the phone
And I'll fly
As fast as I can
And I'll hold your hand
And I'll make you smile again
But baby don't cry

The princess is waiting for the prince to ride in
And scare all the dragons away
But she's stuck in that castle as you close your eyes
And drift off to that fairytale place
So pretend I'm right there by your side
And we'll save the princess tonight

But baby don't cry
Your never alone
When you need your daddy
Just pick up the phone
And I'll fly
As fast as I can
And I'll hold your hand
And I'll make you smile again
But baby don't cry

Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry

. . .


The first time I held your hand
I knew I was a lucky man
Felt like god forgave me for all the wrong

I keep tell'n myself
That I'm heaven bound

Sometimes it sure gets cold
In the fall on Music Row
But it's worth it if it gets me by somehow

I keep tell'n myself
That I'm heaven bound

Cause it seems like we don't ever
Have near enough time together anymore

Naw these lonely nights without you
Will go away when I can hold you in my arms

I keep tell'n myself
That I'm heaven bound
Keep tell'n myself
That I'm heaven bound
I keep tell'n myself

. . .


I'm up every morning
Before the sunshine comes rolling in
When that rooster starts crowing
It just reminds me that I need to feed him

Every day is the same
But every day is different
'Cause every day I grow
Deeper in debt

And you can't cash my checks
And you can't feel this hunger
You can push me into the water
But you can't hold me under

You can bring me down
But you can't make me beg
You can take my word
But you can't cash my checks

It's so hard to stay honest
In a world that's headed to hell
You can't make a good living these days
'Cause the truth just don't sell

So if you go out my back door
Just over the hill
You'll see all these plants
That's been paying my bills

But you can't cash my checks
And you can't feel this hunger
You can push me into cold water
But you can't hold me under

You can bring me down
But you can't make me beg
You can take my word
But you can't cash my checks

You can bring me down
But you can't make me beg
You can take my word
But you can't cash my checks

You can take my word
But you can't cash my checks

. . .


I used to wake up early
Just so I could watch you as you sleep
ThatпїЅs how I loved you

Forever was a promise
That wasnпїЅt very hard for me to keep
ThatпїЅs how I loved you

For habits in the carnal sin has left me in a crooked state of mind
ThatпїЅs how I loved you
Now I just pour the poison in and act like itпїЅs my new best friend at night
And I cry

And thatпїЅs how I donпїЅt love you anymore

There ainпїЅt no sense in yellin'
There ainпїЅt no use in dwellin' on the past
ThatпїЅs how I loved you

Sitting here and missin' you
Is wasted time, life goes by too fast
ThatпїЅs how I loved you

For habits in the carnal sin has left me in a crooked state of mind
ThatпїЅs how I loved you
Now I just pour the poison in and act like itпїЅs my new best friend at night
And I cry

And thatпїЅs how I donпїЅt love you

I used to wake up early
Just so I could watch you as you sleep
ThatпїЅs how I loved you

. . .


I was born by a fire in a cold, dark cave
In the age of the dinosaur
When the caveman caught his cavewoman
Lovin’ on the missing link living next door
There was cryin’ and screamin’ and war drums beatin’
And a wave of violence
None of them folks survived but me
And I been hangin’ ‘round ever since

‘Cause I’m a heartache, never see me comin’
I’ll always take you by surprise
I’m a heartache, hungry and huntin’
For someone I can eat alive
By the time you know I’m on you buddy, it’s too late...
I’m a heartache.

I watched you takin’ off tonight,
And I knew where you were headed to.
I saw last week, young thing you met,
At that dirty old motel room.

Yea, well, I’m gnawing on you’re pretty little wife,
Waitin’ up for you at home.
You don’t even know it, but I’m just saving you for later,
When I can get you all alone.

Hey, I’m a heartache, never see me comin’
I’ll always take you by surprise
I’m a heartache, hungry and huntin’
For someone I can eat alive
By the time you know I’m on you buddy, it’s too late...
I’m a heartache.

From Anthony and Cleopatra,
Samson and his Lava,
To Jackie and JFK,
To Elvis and Priscilla,
Charles and Diana,
I’d say I’ve had some pretty good days.
You may not believe it, but you and me son,
We’re about to have some real fun…
Cause I’m comin’…
Oh, I’m comin’

‘Cause I’m a heartache, never see me comin’
I’ll always take you by surprise
I’m a heartache, hungry and huntin’
For someone I can eat alive
By the time you know I’m on you buddy, it’s too late...
I’m a heartache…
I’m a heartache…
I’m a heartache…

. . .


Well I hope that the friend
You've thrown yourself with get's drunk
And loses his job
That the road your travel'n on
Get's dusty rocky and hard

I couldn't make you love me
You only made me blue
So all in all
If the curtain should fall
I hope that it falls on you

I'll have sweet
Sweet sweet
Mental revenge
I'll have sweet
Sweet sweet
Mental revenge
Yeah

Well I hope that the train from Caribou Maine
Runs over your sweet love affair
That you walk the floor from door to door
And you pull out that peroxide hair

You never was my woman
Cause you were never true
So all in all
If the curtain should fall
I hope that it falls on you

I'll have sweet
Sweet sweet
Mental revenge
I'll have sweet
Sweet sweet
Mental revenge
Yeah

. . .


These are sad times
World gone mad times
Men doing bad time
Lord what is this world going to
Between religions and wars
Drugs and divorce
Hell it seems like the whole world is fight'n
The sun might be shining
But even the skies are blue

These are hard days
Heavy old hard days
Dead string guitar days
And the devil is picking his tune

When daddy's quit staying
And the mommas quit praying
Even the children quit fight'n
God must be crying
Cause even the skies are blue

If we all know a way
To make a better day
Why Isnt anyone trying
The sun might be shining
But even the skies are blue

. . .

By the Seat of Your Pants

[No lyrics]

. . .


Well I pulled off the Gravel, with my California dreams
Leaving everything I ever loved behind.
Well I left Alabama, but it never once left me.
And it's still the only refuge in my mind.

Where you gonna be when half of California riots,
Where you gonna run to when the lights go out.
Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it.
Buddy I'll be up and headed south.

All the women here look perfect, and it hardly ever rains,
And for some folks here I'm sure it's paradise. Well I'll dabble
With the fortune, rub elbows with the fame.
But I'll be damned if this is where I'm gonna die.

Hey where you gonna be when half of California riots,
where you gonna run to when the lights go out.
Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it.
Buddy I'll be up and headed south.

I never thought
I'd get to see the inside of a limousine or a beauty shop on south Rodeo Drive.
Or being sucked into a world where things are seldom what they seem,
makes you wonder how you'll make it out alive.

Yeah where you gonna be when half of California riots, where you gonna run to when the lights go out.
Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it.
Buddy I'll be up and headed south.

Oh buddy I'll be up and headed south.

. . .

Dog In the Yard

[No lyrics]

. . .


I'm just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner
And I'm waiting for someone to play me now and then
My strings are kinda rusty and I'm a little dusty
Oh, but you'd be too if you've been where I've been

I've done some shows with Haggard back in 1967
Now I'm dying for someone to play me back home

I'm just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner
Hey, come on by and listen to my song

I've seen at least a million of those tiny smoke bar rooms
And I've helped to heal some heartaches and I've helped to sell some beer
And the last one to help me
Just couldn't wait to sell me for 20 dollars and left me hanging here

But I dream about the spot light and the roaring of the people
And I wonder if I'm ever gonna hear 'em sing along

I'm just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner
Hey, come on by and listen to my song

I've got a lot of memories and a song or two left in me
And some day someone will pick me up and play me back home

I'm just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner
Hey, come on by and listen to my song
Won't ya come back by and listen to my song?

. . .


You fell in love or threw it away
You're looking for the perfect thing to say
You're no good with words, well, that's okay
That's why I write songs

Might make you laugh or make you cry
Might help you make it through a bad goodbye
'Cause you've been through it and so have I
That's why I write songs

I remember all the times I felt
Like somebody knows me all too well
'Cause it was my life story I was listening to
I don't know about you

But I've buried loved ones and a few good friends
I've held a brand new baby in my hands
It ain't just what I do, it's who I am
And that's why I write songs

I remember how it blew my mind
When I played my song and watched a grown man cry
And it was at that moment I just knew
What I was born to do

Most songwriters never get the fame
Some folks wouldn't recognize their names
But chances are you probably sang along

To Harlan Howard or Bob McDill
Whitey Shafer or Whispering Bill
All the times they ever gave me chills
That's why I write songs

. . .


I'M HEADED BACK TO MACON, MIDDLE OF THE GEORGIA PINES. GOTTA KEEP THESE BIG WHEELS ROLIN' TO THAT SWEET LITTLE THING OF MINE, I GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON.

(BACK UP SINGERS) LOVE ALL NIGHT
I GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON
(BACK UP SINGERS) LOVE ALL NIGHT
I GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON
(BACK UP & JJ) LOVE ALL NIGHT

LOOK OUT MACON, HERE I COME. WELL MY BABY SAID SHE AIN'T CRAZY 'BOUT STAYIN HOME ALL ALONE. AND THE FASTER I GO, THE MORE I KNOW 'BOUT WAITN' TOO DAMN LONG, GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON

(BACK UP SINGERS) LOVE ALL NIGHT
I GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON
(BACK UP SINGERS) LOVE ALL NIGHT
I GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON
(BACK UP & JJ) LOVE ALL NIGHT
LOOK OUT MACON HERE I COME.

"INSTRUMENTAL BREAK"

WELL I MADE A RUN DOWN TO HOUSTON, SATURDAY AFTERNOON. YEAH MY BABY SAID BOY NOW HAVE YOUR FUN YOU BETTER GET YO BUTT BACK SOON, YOU GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON

(BACK UP SINGERS & JJ) LOVE ALL NIGHT
YOU GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON
(BACK UP SINGERS & JJ) LOVE ALL NIGHT
I GOTTA GET BACK TO MACON

(BACK UP & JJ) LOVE ALL NIGHT

LOOK OUT MACON HERE I COME.
YEAH HERE I COME. LOOK OUT MACON HERE I COME.

. . .

Thankful For the Rain

[No lyrics]

. . .


Good morning sunrise, how long has it been
Well it looks like I've drank myself sober again
Ever since she left me you've been so hard to face
Good morning sunrise, guess I'll call it a day

Last time I saw you, you let me down
I told her by morning she and I would work things out
You too that sky just like she was yours to take
Good morning sunrise, guess I'll call it a day

You always held her in a better light than mine
I brought her heartache, on your beauty made her cry

They say whiskey before noon is such a shame
That's why the night has taken your place
Unlike you her memory never fades away
Good morning sunrise, guess I'll call it a day
Good morning sunrise, guess I'll call it a day

. . .


Sittin here countin the cars goin by
In an hour, must’ve been 1 or 2
The sheets all flappin on mama’s clothes line
It’s an old front porch swing afternoon

I can hear music from somewhere inside
The faint sound of a Hank Williams tune
I just caught the smell of a blackberry pie
On this old front porch swing afternoon

And oooo, feel that breeze blowin
That magnolia showin her bloom
On this old front porch swing afternoon

That old dog is layin under grandpa's old chair
He ain't lookin for nothing to do
That tractor is stiring up dust over there
On this old front porch swing afternoon

I can see grandma there in her old checkered dress
Beatin a rug with her broom
The clouds are returnin, comin in from the west
On this old front porch swing afternoon

And oooo, feel that breeze blowin
The sun will be goin down soon
On an old front porch swing afternoon
It’s an old front porch swing afternoon

. . .


I always thought that one of the most important conversations you could ever have in your life, is the first time you talk to God. What would you say?

I remember you, In the pages of a book
A lady read me once, In Sunday school
I remember you, I studied every word
And I hid it in my heart, Just like you told me to

And a stone was rolled away, And everybody prayed,
The day the angels sang, I remember you

And while your standing there on those trembling knees, what do you hope God says back to you

I remember you, I was there when you were born
I held your mamma's hand, And your daddy's too
I remember you, I recall the very day
You turned against the Devil, And you cried out my name

And a stone was rolled away, And everybody prayed,
The day the angels sang, I remember you

. . .

Good Times Ain't What They Used To Be

[No lyrics]

. . .

For the Good Times

[No lyrics]

. . .


Setting fires and dark desires, the nights that I just can’t recall
I woke up flyin’ with the angels, but no one to catch me when I fall
Goin’ down the wrong road again, living by the wrong code and
Chasing after dreams that don’t come true
Looking for the right signs and riding on the white lines
Just trying to find my way to you

There’s been high times and there’s been hard times
And there’s been times I couldn’t tell
If I’m livin’ a good life or living a bad life
‘cause I’m always livin’ fast as hell
I’m going down the wrong road, living by the wrong code and
Chasing after dreams that don’t come true
Looking for the right signs and ridin’ on the white lines
Just trying to find my way to you

From an Alabama chorus to dirty barroom floor
Burining bridges down I’d never even crossed
When I didn’t have a care to when I didn’t have a prayer
I never once thought I was lost, somehow I knew
I found my way to you
Going down the wrong road, living by the wrong code
Chasing after dreams that don’t come true
Looking for the right signs and riding on the white lines
Just trying to find my way to you
Trying to find my way to you

. . .


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