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Loretta Lynn


Background information
Birth name Loretta Webb
Born April 14, 1932
Origin Butcher Hollow, Kentucky, USA
Genre(s) Gospel
Honky tonk
Country
Years active 1960—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Interscope Records
Associated acts Dolly Parton
Ernest Tubb
Conway Twitty
Tammy Wynette
Jack White
Crystal Gayle
Peggy Sue
The Lynns
Website Website



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Loretta Lynn Album



1974
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2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
Out of Consideration
7.
Trouble in Paradise
8.
9.
10.
Ain't Love a Good Thing
11.
Nothin'
. . .


(Jerry Chesnut)

I wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear
The way my daddy carried me around
They said I learned to walk while holdin' on to just one finger
On the hand of a man that stands at six-foot-three.

Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression
Just something people talked about a lot
My daddy wasn't one that tried to make no big impressions
Just one heck of a man that worked for what he got.

They don't make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years
In a great big land of freedom at a time we really need 'em
They don't make 'em like my daddy anymore.

--- Instrumental ---

From the Johnson County coal camps to the hills of West Virginia
My daddy hauled the timber for the mines
Education didn't count so much as what you had born in you
Like the will to live and a dream of better times.

Daddy never took a handout, we ate pinto beans and bacon
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door
And it only proves one thing to me when folks start belly achin'
They don't make 'em like my daddy anymore.

They don't make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years
In a great big land of freedom at a time we really need 'em
They don't make 'em like my daddy anymore.

They don't make 'em like my daddy anymore...

. . .


(Kenny O'Dell)

My baby makes me proud
Lord don't he makes me proud
He never makes a scene
By hanging onto me in a crowd.

'Cause people like to talk
Lord don't they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know he'll be leavin' with me.

And when we get behind closed doors
And I let my hair hang down
And he makes me glad that I'm a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

--- Instrumental ---

My baby makes me smile
Lord don't he make me smile
He's never far away or too tired to say
Ah, honey I want you.

I'm always a lady
Just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights
I show 'em what a woman I can be.

And when we get behind closed doors
And I let my hair hang down
And he makes me glad that I'm a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors,,,

. . .


(John Rostill)

You came when I was happy in your sunshine
I grew to love you more each passing day
Before too long I built my world around you
And I prayed you'd love enough of me to stay.

If you love me let me know if you don't then let me go
I can't take another minute of the day without you in it
If you love me let it be if you don't then set me free
Take the chains away that keep me loving you.

--- Instrumental ---

The arms that open wide to hold me closer
The hands that run their fingers through my hair
The smile that says hello it's good to see you
Anytime I turn around to find you there.

It's this and so much more that makes me love you
What else can I do to make you see
You know you have whatever's mine to give you
But a love affair for one can never be.

If you love me let me know if you don't then let me go
I can't take another minute of the day without you in it
If you love me let it be if you don't then set me free
Take the chains away that keep me loving you.

--- Instrumental ---

Take the chains away that keep me loving you...

. . .


(Conway Twitty)

I can almost hear the stillness
As it yelds to the sound of my heart beating
And I can almost hear the echo
Of the thoughts that I know you must be thinking.

You can feel my body tremble
As I wonder what this moment holds in store
And as you put my arms around me
You can tell I've never been this far before.

I can hear you say you love me
As your trembling fingers touch forbidden places
(Pum, pum, pum)
But you don't know how I've waited
So long for the chance that we're finally takin'.
(Pum, pum, pum)

I don't know and I don't care
What made you tell her you don't love her anymore
As I taste your tender kisses
You can tell I've never been this far before.
(Pum. pum, pum)

And as you take the love I'm givin'
I can feel the tension buildin' in my mind
(Pum, pum, pum, pum pum, pum)
Now I wonder if tomorrow
Will you still love me like you're lovin' me tonight.
(Pum, pum, pum, pum, pum, pum).

Oh, you have no way of knowin'
But tonight will only make me want you more
And I hope that you'll believe me
'Cause you know I've never been this far before.
(Pum, pum, pum, pum, pum, pum)
(Pum, pum, pum)...

. . .


(Bobby Harden)

I didn't mean for this to get so out of hand when I first met you
But the more we see each other or the more we want to
We can't stop this ain't something we can't turn off like a light
It's too late we've already tasted love.

You made me feel the way he hasn't made me feel in so long
And it's beyond my pwerful courage just to walk out and go home
What we found in each other's arms it's always on my mind
It's too late we've already tasted love.

--- Instrumental ---

We can't stop this ain't something we can't turn off like a light
It's too late we've already tasted love.

You made me feel the way he hasn't made me feel in so long
And it's beyond my pwerful courage just to walk out and go home
What we found in each other's arms it's always on my mind
It's too late we've already tasted love...

. . .

Out of Consideration

[No lyrics]

. . .

Trouble in Paradise

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Tom T. Hall)

I love little baby ducks, old pickup trucks
Slow moving trains and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams
Sunday school in May and hay
And I love you too.

I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends
Birds of the world and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups
Wine in a glass and grass
And I love you too.

I love honest open smiles, kisses from a child
Tomatos on the vine and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they try
Music when it's good and life
And I love you too...

. . .


(D.W. Choate)

The lights're low, I am too
The crowd is high, so are you
It's gettin' close to closin' time
And the breakup, oh, it breakup my mind.

You found me in this dimlit bar
I'm with you and we're too far
Now you say my kind of girl
Just can't fit in your kind of world.

Please don't leave me where you found me
Oh don't leave me where you found me
Keep your love wrapped warm around me
Don't leave me where you found me.

I like to cook, I like to sew
I'd love to watch while babies grow
I'd work my fingers to the bone
If you'll make me the maker of your home.

Please forget the life I've led
Let me share more than your bed
I'll make a vow to God above
You'll always be the keeper of my love.

Please don't leave me where you found me
Oh don't leave me where you found me
Keep your love wrapped warm around me
Don't leave me where you found me.

Please don't leave me where you found me...

. . .

Ain't Love a Good Thing

[No lyrics]

. . .

Nothin'

[No lyrics]

. . .


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