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Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry Lee Lewis


Background information
Born September 29, 1935
Origin Ferriday, Louisiana, U.S.
Genre(s) Rock'n'Roll
Country
Rockabilly
Years active 1954—present
Label(s) Mercury Records
Sire Records
MCA Records
Sun Records
Website Website



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Jerry Lee Lewis Album



1965
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The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me at four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And again I'll touch the green green grass of home
Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home

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They say don't go on Wolverton Mountain if you're looking for a wife
Cause Clifton Clovers has a pretty young daughter
He's mighty handy with a gun and a knife
Her tender lips are sweeter than honey and Wolverton Mountain protects her there
The bears and the birds tell Clifton Clovers if a stranger should wander there

You know all my dreams are on Wolverton Mountain I want his daughter for my wife
I'm gonna take my chances and climb that mountain
Though Clifton Clovers he may take my life
Her tender lips...

Oh I'm going up on Wolverton Mountain it's too lonesome down here below
It's just not right to hide his daughter from the one who loves her so
Oh her tender lips...

But I don't care about Clifron Clovers I'm gonna climb up on his mountain
I'm a gonna take the one I love I don't care about Clifron Clovers
I'm gonna climb up on that mountain I'm gonna get that girl I love

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Well hello there oh my it's been a long long time
How am I doin' (well let me tell you somethin' honey) I guess I guess I'm doin' fine
It's been so long now and it seems oh it was only yesterday
Ain't it funny how time slips away yeah
How's your new love oh Lord I hope that he's doing fine
Mhm heard you told him yeah that you was gonna love him untill the end of time
Now that's the same thing that you told me
Oh Lord honey it seems like just the other day
Now ain't it funny how time slips away
Well I gotta go now I guess I'll see you hangin' round
I don't know when though never know when I'll be back here in town
But I want you to remember what I tell you
That in time you get out on your knees and pray and pray and pray and pray
And it's surprising how time slips away

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Big Sam left Seattle in the year of 1902
With George as his partner and brother Billy too
They crossed the Yukon River found the Bonanza gold
Beneath that old White Mountain just a little southeast of Nome
Sam crossed the majestic mountain to valleys far below
He talked to his team of huskys as he mushed on through the snow
Well the northern lights were running wild in the land of the midnight sun
Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man in the year of 1901
Where the river is winding big nuggets they're finding
North to Alaska go north the rush is on
Way up north north to Alaska way up north north to Alaska
North to Alaska go north the rush is on
[ piano ]
Well George turned to Sam with this gold in his hand
Said Sam you're a looking at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's burried in this land
For one little band of gold to place on sweet little Jeannie's hand
Cause a man needs a woman to love him all the time
Where the river is winding...

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You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you you asked me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I'm wanting to tell you so I wrote it in the words of this song
I didn't know they made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one who really loved you and went back to the wild side of life
[ piano ]
The glamour of the gay night life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flow
You just sit and wait to be anybody's baby and forget the truest love you'll ever know
I didn't know they made...

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Walk right in sit right down daddy let your mind roll on
Walk right in sit right down daddy let your mind roll on
Everybody's talking bout a new way of walking do you wanna lose your mind
Walk right in sit right down daddy let your mind roll on
Walk right in sit right down baby let your hair hang down
Walk right in sit right down baby let your hair hang down
Everybody's talking bout a new way of walking do you wanna lose your mind
Walk right in and sit right down baby let your hair hang down
[ trumpet ]
Well walk right in sit right down...

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A bright array of city lights as far as I can see
The great white way shines through the night for lonely guys like me
The cabaretes and honky tonks their flashing signs invite
A broken heart to lose itself in the glow of city lights
Lights that say forget her name in a glass of cherry wine
Lights that offer other girls for empty arms like mine
They paint a pretty picture of a world that's gay and bright
But it's just a mask of loneliness behind those city lights

The world was dark and God made stars to brighten up the night
Did the God who put those stars above make those city lights
Did he make a place for men to cry when things don't turn out right
Are we just supposed to run and hide behind those city lights
Lights that say forget her love in a different athmosphere
Lights that lure are nothing but a masquarade for tears
They paint a pretty picture but my arms can't hold them tight
And I just can't say I love you to a street of city lights

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Love is a burning thing and it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down and the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire the ring of fire
[ trumpet ]
I fell into a burning ring of fire...

The taste of love is sweet when hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child oh but the fire went wild
I fell into a burning ring of fire...
I fell into a burning ring of fire...
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire the ring of fire

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Detroit City

[No lyrics]

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Now blue ain't the word for the way that i feel
That old storm brewing in this heart of mine
Someday crazy arms will hold somebody new
But now I'm so lonely all the time

Crazy arms that needs to hold somebody new
While Your heart keeps sayin' your not mine not mine
Not Mine not mine my troubled minds grows blue
To Another you'll be wed but now i'm so lonely all the time

Now take all those precious dreams i had for you Dear
And take all that love i thought was mine
Some day your crazy arms will hold somebody new
But now i 'm so lonely all the time

Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
While My yearning heart keeps saying your not mine
Not Mine not mine not mine my troubled mind goes blue
To another you'll be wed but now i'm so lonely all the time

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Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road

Third bocxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found short but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road
I know every engineer on every train all of the children and all of their names
Every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around
I sing trailer for sale or rent...

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Seasons come seasons go we get a little sunshine rain and snow
Just the way that it was planned to be
But there's no seasons in my heart while you play the leading part
But I guess what is to be my dear will be
Your leaving will bring autumn sorrow and my tears like withered leaves shall fall
Though may bring some glad tomorrow
You know darling we might have been happy after all
[ piano ]
Your leaving will bring...

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