1-Amber Jean
Every morning got sun to shine
Every day got plenty of time
Every night
there's a moon so fine
There for you, my Amber Jean.
Still some lines
that should get crossed
Still some coins
that might be tossed
Still some love
that hasn't been lost
There for you, my Amber Jean.
Amber Jean, oh, Amber Jean,
Prettiest eyes I've ever seen.
Every morning got sun to shine
Every day got plenty of time
Every night
there's a moon so fine
There for you, my Amber Jean.
2-Are you ready for the country
Slipping and sliding
and playing domino
Lefting and then Righting,
it's not a crime you know.
You gotta tell your story boy,
before it's time to go.
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
I was talkin' to the preacher,
said God was on my side
Then I ran into the hangman,
he said it's time to die
You gotta tell your story boy,
you know the reason why.
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
Are you ready for the country
because it's time to go?
3-It might have beenThe saddest words
Of tongue or pen
Are these four words
It might have been
We had big dreams
We made big plans
How could they slip
Right through our hands
Instead of tearing
Our own hands to pieces
Why don't we try
To right what we've done wrong
It's not too late
To set things straight
Let's never say
It might have been
Instead of tearing
Our own hands to pieces
Why don't we try
To right what we've done wrong
It's not too late
To set things straight
Let's never say
It might have been
4-Bound for Glory
Out on the trans-Canada highway
There was a girl
hitchhiking with her dog
Fireflies buzzin' round her head
Like candles in the fog.
He was three miles down the road
Tryin' to stay up,
but he knew that he couldn't
She was looking
for a ride through the night
But out there, who wouldn't.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an
'84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
He was tired of
writin' letters to himself
And living in the dark
She was open to suggestions
And some say
she had a broken heart.
He had everything he wanted
'Til it all
turned out to be a job
One fallen asleep trucker
And a girl
hitchhiking with her dog.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an
'84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
Out on the trans-Canada highway
The sun came climbing up the cab
By the time it hit the window
they were wakin' up
From what little sleep they had.
When that heat hit the blankets
They were looking
for love at second sight
Just starin' in each others' eyes
Findin' it in the mornin' light.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two blankets layin' on a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking atlife
He had an
'84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
5-Let your Fingers do the Walking
Back in the days of covered wagons
A man had his own way
Whether talkin' to a woman
Or crossing the U.S.A.
No telephones were ringing
No angry words exchanged.
I wish I was back in the saddle now
Riding on the range.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Well, I used to be so happy,
When you gave good 'phone.
I could call you up from anywhere
For a little bit of home
But now my heart is aching
After every call
By the way you talk you'd think
You never gave good 'phone at all.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
Let your fingers do the walking
Call me up some time
I'm listed under Broken Hearts.
Looking for a good time.
I can't reach out and touch you
You're hung up on the line
I'm your disconnected number now
And you're a private line.
6-Flying on the Ground
Is my world not falling down
I'm in pieces on the ground
And my eyes aren't open
And I'm standing on my knees
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then I'm sorry to let you down,
But you're from my side of town
And I miss you.
Turn me up or turn me down
Turn me off or turn me round
I wish I could have
met you in a place
Where we both belong
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then I'm sorry to let you down,
But you're from my side of town
And I miss you.
Sometimes I feel
like I'm just a helpless child
Sometimes I feel like a kid.
But baby, since I have changed
I can't take nothing home.
City lights at a country fair
Never shine but always glare
If I'm bright enough to see you,
You're just too dark to care.
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then I'm sorry to let you down,
But you're from my side of town
And I miss you.
7-Motor City
My old car keeps breaking down
My new car ain't from Japan
There's already too many Datsuns
In this town.
Another thing that's bugging me
Is this commercial on TV
Says that Detroit
can't make good cars any more.
Motor City.
Who's driving my car?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?
My army jeep is still alive
Got locking hubs and four wheel drive
Ain't got no radio,
ain't got no mag wheels
Ain't got no digital clock
Ain't got no clock.
The paint job is lookin' blue
The white walls are missing too
But I guess until I get my car back
This will do.
Who's driving my car now?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?
Who's driving my car now?
8-Soul of a Woman
You can't help nobody,
until you help yourself
You can't help nobody,
until you help yourself
Nobody's going to help you
better than somebody else.
You know a man needs a woman
right by his side.
A man needs a woman
right by his side.
She keeps him warm at night,
he keeps her satisfied.
Soul of a woman, soul of a man
A perfect combination
ever since the world began.
Soul of a woman
Soul of a woman, soul of a man.
You can't help nobody,
until you help yourself
You can't help nobody,
until you help yourself
Nobody's going to help you
better than somebody else.
You know a man needs a woman
right by his side.
A man needs a woman
right by his side.
She keeps him warm at night,
he keeps her satisfied.
Soul of a woman, soul of a man
A perfect combination
ever since the world began.
Soul of a woman
Soul of a woman, soul of a man.
9-Get back to the Country
When I was a younger man
Got lucky with
a rock 'n' roll band
Struck gold in Hollywood
All that time I knew I would
Get back to the country
Back where it all began
Get back to the country
Back in the barn again.
Now when we hit the road
Big buses and trucks unload
After the curtain falls
Load up and then we all
Get back to the country
Back where it all began
Get back to the country
Back on the road again.
When I was a younger man
Got lucky with
a rock 'n' roll band
Struck gold in Hollywood
All that time I knew I would
Get back to the country
Back where it all began
Get back to the country
Back in the barn again.
10 - Southern pacific
Down the mountainside
To the coastline
Past the angry tide
The mighty diesel whines.
And the tunnel comes
And the tunnel goes
Round another bend
The giant drivers roll.
I rode the Highball
I fired the Daylight
When I turned sixty-five
I couldn't see right.
It was Mr. Jones,
We've got to let you go
It's company policy
You've got a pension though.
Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails
Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
Through the moonlight.
I put in my time
I put in my time
Now I'm left to roll
Down the long decline.
I ain't no brake man
Ain't no conductor
But I would be though
If I was younger.
Roll on, Southern Pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver rails
Roll on, Southern Pacific
Roll on, on your silver rails.
11-Nothing is Perfect
There's plenty of food
on the table
Lots of love in the house
The children all do what
they're able to do
We got so much to be happy about.
I got a woman standing beside me
She really knows
how to stand by her man
She's strong and she's soft
and she's honest to me
She really helps me
to be a good man.
But nothing is perfect
in God's perfect plan
Look in the shadow to see
He only gave us the good things
so we'd understand
What life without them would be.
There's plenty of wheat
on the prairies
Lots of coal in the mines
We got soldiers so strong
They can bury their dead
And still not go back
shooting blind.
There's women and men
on the workforce
Doing forty hours
plus overtime
So the hostages
held at the airport
Can come home
to something worthwhile.
But nothing is perfect
in God's perfect plan
Look in the shadow to see
He only gave us the good things
so we'd understand
What life without them would be.
And there's plenty of food
on the table
Lots of love in the house
The children all do
what they're able to do
We got so much to be happy about.
I got a woman standing beside me
She really knows
how to stand by her man
She's strong and she's soft
and she's honest to me
It really helps me
to be a good man.
But nothing is perfect
in God's perfect plan
He only gave us the good things
so we'd understand.
No, nothing is perfect
in God's perfect plan.
12-Grey Riders
The night was cold
And the wind was howling
I was awaken by the sound
Of hoof beats pounding.
Outside the window,
on the ground
Our hound dog was growling
Grey Riders flew across my lawn
I looked again
and they all were gone.
That voice was calling
And it cut through the night
Come on boys, let her go.
Up on a hill
They rode in one long column
They were freezing with the chills
Of the new day dawning.
Their hair long and grey
They heard just one voice calling
Grey Riders on the morning sky,
The sun made diamonds
of their road-weary eyes.
That voice is calling
And it cut through the night
Come on boys, let her go.
The night was cold
And the wind was howling
I was awaken by the sound
Of hoof beats pounding.
Outside the window, on the ground
Our hound dog was growling
Grey Riders flew across my lawn
I looked again
and they all were gone.
That voice was calling
And it cut through the night
Come on boys, let her go
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