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See that boy with that guitar
He's got skinny legs like I always wanted
A girlfreind in his car 'cause he's got
Skinny legs like I always wanted
Sister look at me again
You'd love me if I were as skinny as him
And see that boy with that guitar
He's got a shirt and tie like I always wanted
A girlfriend in his car 'cause he's got
A shirt and tie like I always wanted
Sister look at me again
You'd love me if I were a dresser like him
And see that boy with that guitar
He's got a blue Toyota like I always wanted
A Japanese girl in his car
It's a blue Toyota like I always wanted
Sister look at me again
You'd love me if I were a driver like him
And see that boy with that guitar
He's got a baby face like I always wanted
A girlfriend in his car 'cause he's got
A baby face like I always wanted
Sister look at me again
You'd love me if I were a looker like him
And see that boy with that guitar
He's got a little round...like I always wanted
A girlfriend in his car 'cause he's got
A little round...like I always wanted
Sister look at me again
You'd love me if I had a... like him
You'd love me if that my rear end
But legs they come
And faces go
Just like old Toyotas
That jap girl dumped my ass
And stole my clothes
She took my car
And left me singing
See that boy with that guitar
He's got skinny legs
Like I always wanted
A girlfriend in his car 'cause he's got
Skinny legs
Like I always wanted
Skinny legs
Like I always wanted
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(Lyle Lovett and Eric Taylor)
I said I don't like hippies
And I don't like cornbread
And I don't like much
I said I don't hippies
And I don't like cornbread
And I don't like much
But that's okay
Fat babies have no pride
Fat babies have no pride
Fat babies have no pride
And that's okay
Who needs pride
I like you
'Cause you like me
And you don't like much
I like you
'Cause you like me
And you don't like much
And that's okay
'Cause fat babies have no pride
Fat babies have no pride
Fat babies have no pride
And that's okay
Who needs pride
Fat babies make me sick
Fat babies make me ill
All that fat baby drooling
And that fat baby smell
I said I don't like hippies
And I don't like cornbread
And I don't like much
But I like you
'Cause you like me
And you don't like much
And that's okay
'Cause fat babies have no pride
Fat babies have no pride
Fat babies have no pride
And that's okay
Who needs pride anyway
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I walked in his office
He told me pull up a chair
And he looked in my eyes
With a cold steely stare
And he spoke with a wisdom
That I'd never heard
And as I was hanging
On every last word
He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said the hallway is lonesome
And the hallway is long
And one end is shiny
And one end is gone
And the middle burns brightly
With the color of night
And the doors are all open
But no one's inside
He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean
Hell he hollered
And he hopped up
And he kicked back his chair
And he said I'd be stupid
If I didn't care
To understand better
Would leave him no doubt
In a world full of something
That I'd be without
He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean
But it's springtime in Texas
And my memory grows faint
As the bluebonnets dance
With the indian paints
The highway is lonesome
But the highway is straight
And some things are heavy
But they ain't worth the weight
I think you know what I mean
I think you know what I really mean
I think you know what I mean
I think you know what I mean
I think you know what I really mean
I think you know what I mean
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Hello Grandma
How is your granddaughter
Hello Grandma
How is that little girl
I've been kind of out of touch
But I thought I would call her
Is she at home
Or is she around the world
Is she at home
Or is she around the world
Young man you must mean Kathy
ButI never heard her mention you
No ma'am I don't mean Kathy
I don't hardly even know her
Well Kathy's just fine
You know she's still going to school
But she'll be home Father's Day
To see her father
No Grandma
How's your other granddaughter
You know Grandma
How is that little girl
I've been kind of out of touch lately
But I did used to know her
Is she at home
Or is she around the world
Is she at home
Or is she around the world
Well young man you can't mean her
Why didn't you hear
She got married
And moved off to Chicago
Her husband's so handsome
And she just loves it up there
His family owns a newspaper
And an opulent disco
Grandma is this 924-8838
Yes young man it certainly is
That's the problem Grandma
I have made a mistake
I ain't called this number
In too many years
I ain't called this number
In too many years
Hello Grandma
How is your granddaughter
Hello Grandma
How is that little girl
I've been kind of out of touch
But I thought I would call her
Is she at home
Or is she around the world
Is she at home
Or is she around the world
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I wear Grandmother's ring
On my finger
On my finger
She had a tooth of gold
And just before she died
She said son
You can have my tooth
But do I
Really have to go
Look around
And you will see
This world is full of creeps like me
You look surpised
You shouldn't be
This world is full of creeps like me
And I keep my Uncle Leon
In my closet
In my closet
There don't nobody know
Just me and Uncle Leon
And my closet
And they wonder
Where'd that old man go
Look around and you will see
This world is full of creeps like me
You look surpised
You shouldn't be
This world is full of creeps like me
And I knew this pretty girl once
She was eighteen...
Maybe
What's a year or two
And one day when she asked me
If I loved her
I said baby
What's it worth to you
But look around
And you will see
This world is full of creeps like me
You look surpised
You shouldn't be
This world is full of creeps like me
And I wear Grandmother's ring
On my finger
On my finger
She had a tooth of gold
She had a tooth of gold
She had a tooth of gold
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I've never been lucky
At picking up women
But this life that I live
Is not one that I choose
She was a waitress
With hair blond and curly
With a pretty black dress
And those Japanese shoes
Man I need to impress her
'Cause I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja
When I'm singing tonight
She looked so pretty
As she poured my coffee
But she had her eye
On my freind at the bar
And I watched her watch him
And I watched her thinking
I wish her eye was on me
Man I need to impress her
'Cause I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja
When I'm singing tonight
And if I could sing her
A tender love ballad
I'd hope that the audience might sing along
But I can't find the right way
To tell her my feelings
And still make the words rhyme with Sonja
No I've never been lucky
At picking up women
But this life that I live
Is not one that I choose
She was a waitress
Now she's gone forever
And I'm stuck with this song
That I never will use
Man you need to impress her
If you want to undress her
Sing a song about Sonja
When you're singing tonight
Sing a song about Sonja
When you're singing tonight
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They don't like me
I can feel it
And I don't like them
It's the same old song
They don't like me
I just know it
But I'd be happy
Just to get along
They try to love me
I know they do
'Cause when I tell them I love you
They say we love you too
But I know
They don't like me
I can feel it
And I don't like them
It's the same old song
They don't like me
I just know it
But I'd be happy
Just to get along
She told me
You can call me mother
He said son just call me dad
We'll treat you like the only boy
We wish we never had
But I know
They don't like me
I can feel it
And I don't like them
It's the same old song
They don't like me
I just know it
But I'd be happy
Just to get along
She said you know he doesn't drink much
And we've never heard him curse
And he's really not that ugly dear
She could've done much worse
But I know
They don't like me
And I don't like them
It's the same old song
They don't like me
I can feel it
But I'd be happy
Just to get along
I'd be happy just to get along
I'd be happy just to get along
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Rober Earl this friend of mine
You know he's always looking after my best interest
He told me Lyle P. you need to get some action
Get your head back in line
You need to get out on your own boy
This hanging around here's got to stop
Get out on your own boy
And take a little trip to the record shop
I said the record shop
But Robert I don't need no records
He just smiled and he said
What you need is a
Record Lady
Record Lady
She's got the cutest little cartridge
That you've ever seen
She's a phonographic dream
I didn't waste no time about it
I put on my coat and shoes
I packed up my old rocking chair
And I left them hell on Church Street blues
And I went down to the record shop
What else could I do
She was five-foot-one-and-three-quarters
Lord she claimed she five-foot-two
And she looked at me with her big green eyes
And she said can I help you find something
I said what you got on special
Record Lady
Record Lady
She's got the cutest little cartridge
That you've ever seen
She's a phonographic dream
Acting very sophisticated
I began to browse around
I walked up to the record lady
And I said I sure do like what I have found
It would be so beautiful
Please come away with me
We could run down to Istanbul
Or maybe even gay Paris
And she looked at me with her big green eyes
And she said can I help you find something
I said what you got on special
Record Lady
Record Lady
She's got the cutest little cartridge
That you've ever seen
She's a phonographic dream
A phonographic dream
One day you know I will see
My phonographic fantasy
In sweet fulfillment to the last detail
Down in Acapulco
Or even somewhere else
Just her and me together
The whole day long
Her and me together
Playing them records all night long
She's the Record Lady
Record Lady
Record Lady at the record shop
Set it spinning mama
Don't ever stop my
Record Lady
Record Lady
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Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
How the way things go
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
How the way things go
Ain't it somethin'
Yes yes
Ain't it somethin'
Oh no
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
How the way things go
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
How the way things go
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
How the way things go
Ain't it somethin'
When the telephone is ringing
Ain't it somethin'
When she says hello
Ain't it somethin'
When she hears me singing
Ain't it somethin'
When she still says no
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I don't go for fancy cars
For diamond rings
Or movie stars
I go for penguins
Oh Lord I go for penguins
Throw your money out the door
We'll just sit around
And watch it snow
I go for penguins
Oh Lord I go for penguins
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
To my needs
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
Penguins are so sensitive
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
To my needs
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The fat girl
She always stayed inside and played piano
And she told her mother
The children made her cry
And her mother told her
They don't mean it
They don't mean it
They don't mean it
They don't mean it
Now the fat girl
She ain't fat no more
And lord how she plays piano
And she sings loud
And she sings low
And she sings of love
And blind passion
But she don't mean it
She don't mean it
She don't mean it
She don't mean it
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La to the left
La to the right
La to the middle is is falling
I saw her walking off
Out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling
Mother was good to me
How then else could she be
I was a child of her own
But the children the little ones
They talk with the devil's tongue
La to the middle is falling
La to the left
La to the right
La to the middle is is falling
I saw her walking off
Out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling
Father was good to me
How then else could he be
I was a child of his own
But the children the little ones
They talk with the devil's tongue
La to the middle is falling
La to the left
La to the right
La to the middle is is falling
I saw her walking off
Out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling
You were no good to me
How then else could you be
I was a child of my own
And the children the little ones
They talk with the devil's tongue
La to the middle is falling
La to the left
La to the right
La to the middle is is falling
I saw her walking off
Out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling
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Old friend
All the stories to tell
Old friend
Could you bid me farewell
Old friend
It might be easy for another man to see
Old foe
All the pain and the scars
Old foe
Could you lay down your arms
Old foe
It might be easy for another man to see
Put your head down on my pillow
Put your hand on me and hold on
Hold on
Put your head down on my pillow
Put your hand on me and hold on
Hold on
Old friend
Old friend
Old friend
It might be easy for another man to see
But I think you still look a lot like me
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Lie beside me
Whisper to me that you want me
Arms around me
Whisper to me that you want me
There's nothing here to be afraid of
It's just the morning
Stop you talking
Into the night now don't you worry
Stop your tossing
Into the night now don't you worry
There's nothing here to be afraid of
It's just the morning
It's just the morning
The coffee's almost done
You can smell it crawling in here from the kitchen
It's just the morning
Falling through the window
And the floor it's always cold
If you see me
Can you tell me if I'm sleeping
If you hear me
Can you tell me what I'm dreaming
There's nothing here to be afraid of
It's just the morning
It's just the morning
The coffee's almost done
You can smell it crawling in here from the kitchen
It's just the morning
Falling through the window
And the floor it's always cold
So lie beside me
Whisper to me that you want me
Arms around me
Whisper to me that you know me
There's nothing here to be afraid of
It's just the morning
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With the moon on my shoulder
And you on my mind
I will lay down
I will lay down
With the moon on my shoulder
And you on my mind
I will miss you more than I ever did
Lord ever did
They said that time would take care of it
Take care of it
I wish time would take care of me
With the moon on my shoulder
And you on my mind
I will lay down
I will lay down
With the moon on my shoulder
And you on my mind
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I ain't heard your voice
In such as long time
And I ain't called your number
On that telephone line
And I believed in my soul
That I left you behind
But here I am calling
And here I am crying
I've got the blues
Won't you save me
I've got the blues
As far as I can see
I've got the blues
Won't you save me
'Cause I feel like I'm dying
From that old used to be
Now if the angels
Don't swim in the ocean
And if the fishes
Don't walk on the sea
And if my teardrops
Don't rise up to heaven
Then that angel I'm loving
Lord she never loved me
I've got the blues
Won't you save me
I've got the blues
As far as I can see
I've got the blues
Won't you save me
'Cause I feel like I'm dying
From that old used to be
I've got the blues
Won't you save me
I've got the...
As far as I can see
I've got the...
Won't you save me
'Cause I feel like I'm dying
Lord I feel like I'm dying
I feel like I'm dying
From that old used to be
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Pack the sofa
And pack the old arm chair
Tell the china
To ask the silverware
To pray we find that
They speak the language there
And say good-bye to Carolina
Leave the puppies
And leave the old porch swing
Tell the children
We're bringing everything
And tell the picture
Of Martin Luther King
To say good-bye to Carolina
Go west young man while you still can
Before you're old and gray
Go west and make a better life
Than you could if you stayed
So tell your family
And tell your friends good-bye
Say you'll write them
And keep them on your mind
And say you'll see them
Whenever someone dies
And says good-bye to Carolina
Leave the puppies
And leave the old porch swing
Tell the children
We're leaving everything
Except the picture
Of Martin Luther King
To say good-bye to Carolina
Go west young man while you still can
Before you're out of time
And you can always come back home
Tomorrow if you like
So wave to the tractor
And to the tractor shed
And to the milk cow
That kicked me in the head
I can't remember
But was it I who said
Good-bye to Carolina
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I love everybody
Especially you
I love everybody
Especially you
So if you feel lonesome
Remember it's true
I love everybody
Especially you
It's not the long lashes
Or lips on your face
And it's not your bosoms
That time can't erase
And it's not those long slender
Legs on your feet
Your mind is the feature
That makes me remember
I love everybody
Especially you
I love everybody
Especially you
So if you feel lonesome
Remember it's true
I love everybody
Especially you
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