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Kenny Rogers Album



1977
1.
2.
I Wasn't Man Enough
3.
Mother Country Music
4.
5.
6.
Till I Get It Right
7.
8.
Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp
9.
10.
11.
While I Play the Fiddle
. . .


Laura, hold these hands and count my fingers
Laura, touch these lips you once desired
Lay your head upon my chest and hear my heartbeat
Gently run your fingers through my hair

Touch these ears that listened to your wishes
Most of them, fulfilled and that's a lot
Let your soft gentle hands caress my body
And then tell me what he's got that I ain't got

Tell me what he's got that I can't give you
Must be something I was born without
You took an awful chance to be with another man
So tell me what he's got that I ain't got

Laura, see these walls that I built for you
Laura, see this carpet that I laid
See those fancy curtains on the windows
Touch those satin pillows on your bed

Laura, count the dresses in your closet
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got

Tell me what he's got that I can't give you
Must be something I was born without
You took an awful chance to be with another man
So tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Laura, what's he got that I ain't got?

. . .

I Wasn't Man Enough

[No lyrics]

. . .

Mother Country Music

[No lyrics]

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(Writers: Larry Henley, Kenny O'Dell)

I don't wanna read the paper this morning
I don't wanna hear no busy city sounds
There's so many things that's so much more important
And they're the only things worth thinkin' 'bout.

Why don't go somewhere and love
It's been a long long time
Why don't we just go somewhere and love
And lock the world outside.

Why don't we just lay down what we're doin'
We don't need a reason or a rhyme
Don't take the time to stop and think about it
If we talk too much we might just change our mind.

So why don't we go somewhere and love
And leave it all behind
Why don't we just go somewhere and love
And stay a long long time.

Why don't we go somewhere and love
And leave it all behind
Why don't we just go somewhere and love
And stay a long long time...

. . .


The old hometown looks the same
as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
And down the road I look and there runs Mary
her golden lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.


Yes they've all come to meet me
arms reaching smiling sweetly
It's so 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'd walk with my sweet Mary
her golden lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.


Yes they've all come ...

Then I awake and look around me
at the gray walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak again
I'll touch the green green grass of home.


Yes they'll all come to see me i
n the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home.

. . .

Till I Get It Right

[No lyrics]

. . .


In a bar in Toledo across from the depot
On a bar stool she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closer so I walked on over
I sat down and asked her name
When the drinks finally hit her
She said I'm no quitter but I finally quit livin' on dreams
I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after
I'm after whatever the other life brings

In the mirror I saw him and I closely watched him
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman who sat there be-side me
He had a strange look on his face
The big hands were calloused he looked like a mountain
For a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shaking his big heart was breaking
He turned to the woman and said

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad times lived through some sad times
But this time your hurting won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

After he left us I ordered more whisky
I thought how she'd made him look small
From the lights of the bar room
To a rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all
She was a beauty but when she came to me
She must have thought I'd lost my mind
I couldn't hold her 'cos the words that told her
Kept coming back time after time

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad times lived through some sad times
But this time your hurting won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

. . .

Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp

[No lyrics]

. . .


I've spent my life looking for you
Finding my way wasn't easy to do
But I knew there was you all the while
And it's been worth every mile.

Lay down beside me and love me and hide me
Kiss all the hurting of this world away
Hold me so close that I'll feel your heartbeat
And don't ever wander away.

Mornings and evenings all were the same
And there was no music 'til I heard your name
But I knew when I saw you smile
Now I can rest for a while.

. . .


If they call me for me and wonder where I am
Just tell them I'm not feeling good today
If they don't believe you, I don't give a damn
Because i just might pick up the phone and said:

I'm just putting in a little bit of over time at home
Ill be putting in a little bit of over time at home
If there is anything on earth I feel for me to do
Its stay at home from work today and play a while with you
Today just let the world leave us alone
Because I'm putting in a little bit of over time at home

Every day they get ten hours of my time
And I bring home to you what's left of me
With an akin body and a weary mind
But today that ain't no way is gonna do

Because just putting in a little bit of over time at home
Ill be putting in a little bit of over time at home
If there is anything on earth I feel for me to do
Its stay at home from work today and play a while with you
Today just let the world leave us alone

. . .

While I Play the Fiddle

[No lyrics]

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