Posts Tagged ‘country’

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Mary, Why Don’t You Come Home? – Gilbert C.

March 30, 2009

Well, Mary’s only nineteen but she’ll come home.
And she’s the kind of girl you want to be with
when you’re alone.
And, she don’t need nobody like I need you.
And, if you want to go, well she’ll see it through.
So, I said, “Mary, come home.”
“Mary, come home.”

Friday night is right when she walks in
with her long, white Camels and a bottle of gin.
I said “Mary, Mary, Mary.” Me on the wall.
And, I’ll go down and take a big fall.
So, I said, “Mary, come home.”
And, I said, “Mary, won’t you come home?”

“Well, Mary, can’t you see that I’m all alone.”
“I’ve been twiddling my thumbs.”
“I been on the phone.”
You don’t pay no mind. “Where have you been
with them long, white Camels and a bottle of gin?”
So, I said, “Mary, please come home.”
I said, “Mary, come home.”

I said, “Mary, why don’t you come home?”
“Oh, Mary, why don’t you come home?”

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Lord, I Hope This Day Is Good – Don Williams

November 7, 2008

Lord, I hope this day is good
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

Lord have you forgotten me
I’ve been prayin’ to you faithfully
I’m not sayin’ I’m a righteous man
But Lord I hope you understand

I don’t need fortune and I don’t need fame
Send down the thunder Lord, send down the rain
But when you’re plannin’ just how it should be
Plan a good day for me

Lord, I hope this day is good
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

You’ve been the king since the dawn of time
All that I’m asking is a little less cryin’
It might be hard for the devil to do
But it would be easy for you

Lord, I hope this day is good
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

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The Roving Gambler – Jim Reeves

July 4, 2008

I am a roving gambler,
Gamble all around
Whenever I meet a deck of cards
I lay my money down.

I’ve gambled down in Cape Town,
Played cards in Blue Pertain
But I’m going back to Kimberly
To gamble my last game, to gamble my last game.

I hadn’t been in Kimberly
Many more days than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me.

She took me in her parlor,
Cooled me with a fan
She whispered low in mother’s ear
I love this gambling man, I love this gambling man.

Tonight I’ll go out on the town
Hoping Lady Luck will bring
A winning hand to this gamblin’ man
Then I’ll buy a diamond ring.

The gamblers took their places
The cards were dealt around
I caught him dealin’ from the bottom of the deck
And I shot that gambler down.

Here I am in Drisdon
Dragging a ball and chain
I can still hear the old judge say,
”You’ve gambled your last game, gambled your last game…”