Y.U. So Shady

Ride Like Hell
Woman Got My Devil
Joe Louis
Three Minute Song
Black Or White
Reach Out your Hand
Tired All The Time
Tommy Johnson
Western Cowboy
Hammer In My Hand
Just About Sunrise

A Cup Of Cold Poison

Chili Cold Blood
Come And Take Me
One Of These Days
Rolling Thunder
A Cup of Cold Poison
Three Legged Race
You’re What’s Happening
Spadina-Who Is Loving You
Bad Old Days
I Know I Can Make It
West Coast Hobo In A Boxcar Blues
On The Wagon

Good As Dead

Whatchewdid
Whiskey River
Truckstop In La Grange
Alberta Bones
Annie Lee
Good As Dead
Blackass Woman
If I Was King
Boots or Hearts
When The Boots Come Off
I’m A Sinner Too

Y.U. So Shady

Ride Like Hell
Written by G Johnson/A Whiteman

Sometimes I wonder would I ever make it home (x 2)
I’ve been gone so long. Would I ever make it home?

Sometimes I wonder would my baby think of me (x 2)
I’ve been gone so long. Would she ever think of me?

‘Cause the way she been talkin’, make me mash my eyebrows down (x 2)
Make me fold up my arms and heave a lonesome sigh.

Standin’ on the highway, a wheel too tired to roll (x 2)
But I know I’m gonna leave, ‘cause I’m a drivin’ soul

One more story all, my friend you can tell (x 2)
I booked. I had to leave.
And I’m gonna ride like hell

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Woman Got My Devil
Written By G Johnson

(Whistling)

The devil called my woman and said, “Come with me my dear.”
The devil called my woman all the way from Damnation.
The devil called my woman but I did not shed a tear.
‘Said, “You can have my woman ‘cause she done raised hell ‘round here.”

He heaved her ‘pon his shoulder, he carried her on his back
He heaved her ‘pon his shoulder, all the way back to Damnation.
He heaved her ‘pon his shoulder, he carried her on his back.
All the way back to Damnation with that woman whuppin’ his red ass.

He took her to his kitchen. Lord…and she commenced to fuss.
He took her to his kitchen all the way down in Damnation.
He took her to his kitchen. Lord…and she commenced to fuss.
She near blew out the fire and the caused the devil to cuss.

He took her to his bedroom and she chased him ‘round his bed.
He took her to his bedroom all the way down in Damnation.
He took her to his bedroom and she chased him ‘round his bed.
She took her bedroom slipper and she swung ‘round his head.

Satan says, “Go back home.”
He brought me back my woman and said, “Brother, fare the well.”
He brought me back my woman all the way back from Damnation.
He brought me back my woman and said, “Brother, fare the well.”
‘Said, “You can keep this woman ‘cause we don’t want her in hell.”

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Joe Louis
Written By G Johnson

Kiss my face, slap me on my hand but if I tumble please catch me where I land.
Then I won’t look back at where I fall ‘cause if I cry out, “Who’s going to hear me call?
Hey Joe?…

Some folks find it hard to get along these days.
If this wasn’t my home I don’t believe that I would stay.
I thought I heard somebody ring my bell.
I used to know; honey, but now it’s hard to tell.
Hey Joe?…

When I’m gone, Lord…who’s gonna carry my name?
When I’m gone, Lord…who’s gonna carry my name?
When I’m gone, Willie Johnson would you carry my name?

I feel like an old man playin’ a young man’s game.
Hey Joe?

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Three Minute Song
Written By G Johnson, C Read, R Hope, A Mack, P Kehayas

Ridin’ on a “high wire act” worked when we were young.
Spillin’ blood and takin’ punches. High on cocaine we were insane.
Accumulating debts we couldn’t pay but by the grace of God we’re here today.

Livin’ by a thread and disengaged for matters of the heart.
Funny how you think you’re winnin’ then you get caught counting cards.
If easier was better then I was the best so, “Fuck the rest.”
I got this game locked up.

Chorus:
Maybe I’m right when I tell you how I feel.
“Getting’ sick of livin’ like a wheel.”
The moon gets over and lectures get long.
You get more out of a three minute song.

Now I’m on the run again but I’m runnin with you
Out of the dark, Into the light, I got my love, we’ll fight the fight
No beginning and no end. Drivin’ to our home around the bend

Chorus:
Maybe I’m right when I tell you how I feel.
“Getting’ sick of livin’ like a wheel.”
The moon gets over and lectures get long.
You get more out of a three minute song. (2X)

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Black Or White
Written By G Johnson

She may be black. She may be white (x 3)
It really doesn’t matter,.. Baby.. in the middle of the night

I got a white woman, wanna get me a black one too (x2)
The the whole wide world’ll know, just how Grady Johnson like to do
(and how I like it gone)

She may be white. She may be black (x 3)
It really doesn’t matter. Grady Johnson keep you comin’ back
(and you know what I’m talkin about)

She may be black. She may be white (x3)
It really doesn’t matter… Baby.. in the middle of the night

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Reach Out Yo Hand
Written By G Johnson/B Richardson

If you’re on yo knees, beggin’ for pity.
You can crawl all the way to Detroit City…or you can…

Reach out yo hand and take it now.
Reach out yo hand and take it now.

You can cry all night lyin’ in yo bed.
Pray to sweet Jesus, “Help you when you’re dead”.
Or you can…
Reach out yo hands and take it now.
Reach out yo hands and take it now.
Reach out yo hands and take it now.
Take the one you love.

You can hide from love like a weasel in a hole.
Drink yourself stupid and no body’ll know.

Reach out yo hands and take it now.
Reach out yo hands and take it now.
Reach out yo hands and take it now.
Take the one you love.

Go on. Get it.

Take your sweet time like ol’ Mr. Chill.
But you best reach out and grab it or the next man will.
Gotta reach out yo hand and take it now.
Reach out yo hand and take it now.
Reach out yo hand. Reach out yo hand.
Reach out yo hand. Reach out yo hand.

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Tired All The Time
Written By G Johnson/K Hoppe

Tired All the Time.
Tired all the time. Baby’s tired all the time.
Tired all the time. Baby’s tired all the time.
Swear your gonna lose me or you’re gonna lose your mind.

Could it be the moon peepin’ through the pines?
‘Beg you baby, “Won’t ya draw your blinds?”
‘Cause you’re…

Tired all the time

Little birdie’s callin’ ‘bout the break of day.
Catch that bird, I swear I’m gonna make him pay.
‘Cause she’s…

Tired all the time

She said my bull dog, “Lord he barks all night”.
He must’ve seen somethin’ that made him uptight.
That’s why she’s…

Tired all the time

Tired all the time

Wha wha whatcha tryin’ to do now baby?
A a a a a and why you actin’ so shady?

Tired all the time

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Tommy Johnson
Written By G Johnson/B D Wall

It’s cold outside. Feel the wind start to blow.
It’s cold outside. Feel the wind start to blow.
And ain’t it cold inside when your baby don’t want you no more.

I can close my window and I can draw my blinds.
I can close my window and I can draw my blinds.
But I can’t close my eyes for to worry you off my mind.

The one that I love, I know she don’t want me.
The one that I love, I know she don’t want me.
Now my tears are fallin’ like the leaves fallin’ from the tree.

I asked her for water but she gave me gasoline.
I asked her for water but she gave me gasoline.
I asked her for water but she gave me gasoline.

The one that I love, Lord…she treats me so unkind.
The one that I love, Lord…she treats me so unkind.
Well, you won’t hurt me no more when I leave…
When I leave this ol’ world behind.

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Western Cowboy
Written By G Johnson/ P D

Once I was a cowboy. I was on the western plains.
Once I was a cowboy. I was on the western plains.
I drove about a half a million cattle on the reign.
Ki yi yippi yippi yay yippi yay. Ki yi yippi yippi yay.

Me and another cowboy broke down on Antler Hill.
Me and another cowboy broke down on Antler Hill.
Talkin’ about a cowboy, name of ol’ Big Bill.
Ki yi yippi yippi yay yippi yay. Ki yi yippi yippi yay.

Left my good girl cryin’ settin’ in her rockin’ chair.
Left my good girl cryin’ settin’ in her rockin’ chair.
She said, “Mr. Johnson are you gonna come back here singin’…
Ki yi yippi yippi yay yippi yay. Ki yi yippi yippi yay?”

I hear the coyotes howlin’ my tears they fall like rain.
I hear the coyotes howlin’ my tears they fall like rain.
While I’m gone, now darlin’…are you gonna carry my name?
Ki yi yippi yippi yay yippi yay. Ki yi yippi yippi yay

Once I was a cowboy ridin’ tall up in my saddle.
Once I was a cowboy ridin’ tall up in my saddle.
The roughest, toughest cowboy that ever herded cattle.
Ki yi yippi yippi yay yippi yay. Ki yi yippi yippi yay

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Hammer In My Hand
Written By G Johnson

So much trouble in this time, so many stairs to climb.
Build your house upon the sand, you know it won’t stand.
Got my hammer in my hand.

Chorus:
It take rocks and gravel. Don’t it?
To build that wall around it.
The rock’s so high, baby, that I can’t get over it.
And the rock’s so hard, now mama, I had to hammer all night to break it.
It’s the thing that I can’t have, baby.
Makes me want to take it.

Still so many hands to hold, and lies I have not told.
Let my conscience be my guide when there’s no one to confide.
I feel it start to slide.

Chorus:
It take rocks and gravel. Don’t it?
To build that wall around it.
The rock’s so high, baby, till I can’t get over it.
And the rock’s so hard, now mama, I had to hammer all night to break it.
It’s the thing that I can’t have, baby.
Makes me wanna take it.

She’s 19 years old.
She’s 19 years old.
She’s 19 years old.
She’s got ways just like a baby child.

Chorus:
It take rocks and gravel. Don’t it?
To build that wall around it.
The rock’s so high, baby, till I can’t get over it.
And the rock’s so hard, now mama, I had to hammer all night to break it.
It’s the thing that I can’t have, baby.
Makes me wanna take it.

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Just About Sunrise
Written By G Johnson/ P D

Just about sunrise
Just about sunrise
Just about sunrise and I got these blue tears burnin’ my eyes

Knockin’ on your door
Knockin’ on your door
Knockin’ on your door. I’m in misery.
Won’t you help poor me?

‘Said, “I love ya dear”.
I love ya dear.
I love ya dear. Let me come inside?
It’s cold out here.

I’m all alone.
I’m all alone.
‘Said, “I’m all alone in this mean ol’ town since you put me down”.

…and my money’s all gone.
My money’s all gone.
My money’s all gone and I’m pledin’ with you baby, ‘bout the break of dawn.

Just about sunrise
Just about sunrise
Just about sunrise and I got these blue tears burnin’ my eyes

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A Cold Cup Of Poison

Chili Cold Blood
Written By: E Shaw

Why, baby, why are you treatin’ me this way?
Why, baby, why are you treatin’ me this way?
Mistreat me every night and every day.

Why, baby, why did I never see it comin’?
Why, baby, why are you always off and runnin’?
Now I’m hear just tellin’ every one.

Why, baby, why did you tell me you were mine?
Why, baby, why when you knew that you were lyin’?
‘Said, “Half of me’s already dead.
Half of me’s already dead.
Dead…
The other half is dying.
(This is what I told her)

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Come And Take Me
Written By: G Johnson/P Ballantyne

I’m a soldier of misfortune and my earth done had a scortchin’.
Here I am. Here I am. Come and take me.
Come on over and scale my wall because I’m ready for y’all.
Here I am. Here I am. Come and take me.

Chorus:
Whoa. Whoa. Here I am. Come and take me.
Whoa. Whoa. Here I am. Come and take me.

Lay down your weapons tender and we’ll discuss surrender.
Here I am. Here I am. Come and take me.
It don’t matter. Win, lose or draw. You’re gonna feel the shock and awe.
Here I am. Here I am. Come and take me.

Chorus:
Whoa. Whoa. Here I am. Come and take me.
Whoa. Whoa. Here I am. Come and take me.
Whoa. Whoa. If you want me come and take me.
Whoa. Whoa. If you want it come and take it.

I told you, “As a soldier, it’s my duty to haul away your booty”.

Chorus:
Whoa. Whoa. Here I am. Come and take me.
Whoa. Whoa. Here I am. Come and take me.
Whoa. Whoa. If you want me come and take me.
Whoa. Whoa. Anytime, anywhere.

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One Of These Days You’re Gonna Lie Down Dead
Written By: G Johnson/P Ballantyne

The hands of time are hard to ignore
Huffin’ and a puffin’ like a wolf at the door.
Your doctors are wrong? Don’t you find that odd?
Your arm’s too short to pick a fist fight with God.
You got a chip on your shoulder the size of your boot.
You’re too mean to live and too bad to shoot.

Chorus:

You better try love instead.
Try love instead.
One of these days, you’re gonna lie down dead.
You better try love instead.

When the choir sings, “Just a closer walk with thee?”,
And they carry you down to the cemetery,
None of your children gonna give a R.I.P. Now you’re leavin’ on a heavenly trip,
Singin’, “Jesus, Jesus is a friend of mine”.
Your sweet chariot’s a box of pine.
If you make it past the clouds with your head pokin’ through,
You’ll be standin’ on the shoulders of the folks that loved you.

Chorus (x 2):

You better try love instead.
Try love instead.
One of these days, you’re gonna lie down dead.
You better try love instead.

It don’t make me no difference if you change your ways.
It’s up to you because I know that one of these days…
One of these days…
One of these days…
One of these days…
You better try love instead.
Try love instead.
One of these days…one of these ol’ days.
One of these days…one of these ol’ days.
You better try love instead.
Try love instead.
One of these days…
One of these days…
One of these days…
Try love instead.

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Rolling Thunder
Written By: G Johnson/P Ballantyne

A worried man, I stand alone outside my farm and family home.
And there I raise my bloodshot eyes and gaze upon a parchment sky.
My handy work had turned to dust so all my faith in God I thrust.
Now, to tha sky this worried man’s cryin’…
I said…

Chorus:
“Lord, I’m prayin’ for that rollin’ thunder”.
“Lord, I’m under a mountain of sand”.
“Lord, I’m prayin’ for that rollin’ thunder”.
And I wonder, can you heal my land?

The wind has spurned the land so hard, majestic fields of wheat lay charred.
And through this desert camouflage, to me appeared a cruel mirage
of water from a mountain spring…an end to all my suffering.
No mercy and no favor earned. My cattle culled and my bushes burned.

Chorus:
“Lord, I’m prayin’ for that rollin’ thunder”.
“Lord, I’m under a mountain of sand”.
“Lord, I’m prayin’ for that rollin’ thunder”.
And I wonder, can you heal my land?

If God demands a sacrifice, tell me. What’s his asking price?
To the land, I pledged my life. But Abraham with his killin’ knife
has come and claimed this prairie son in the heartland of Saskatchewan.
A farmer earns a livin’ or dies for tryin’.

Chorus:
“Lord, I’m prayin’ for that rollin’ thunder”.
“Lord, I’m under a mountain of sand”.
“Lord, I’m prayin’ for that rollin’ thunder”.
And I wonder, can you heal my land?

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A Cup Of Cold Poison
Written By: G Johnson/S Plante

Oh, what may I have for my breakfast, my woman, my joy?
Here’s what you may have for your breakfast, my beautiful boy.
A cup of cold poison!
Make my bed soon. There’s a pain in my head and I need to lie down.

Hold on to my hand please woman. Hold out your hand.
Oh, for to be certain. I am dying and the pain I can’t stand.
Come take your last comfort in the lap of your wife.
And hold onto the hand that has surely taken your life.

Now go and be damned you wicked, unfaithful, young man.
And so may your passing be wretched and your body be damned.
A small choir of angels cursed the day of your birth.
Now the taste on your tongue be a mouthful of earth.

Oh, what may I have for my breakfast, my woman, my joy?
Here’s what you may have for your breakfast, my beautiful boy.
A cup of cold poison!
Make my bed soon. There’s a pain in my head and I need to lie down.

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Three Legged Race
Written By: G Johnson/P Ballantyne

Chorus:
Could I have been persuaded all black and braided or by her eyes of faded blue?
I’m off and runnin’ at the bell on this three legged race to hell.
Such is my appetite for you.

Her arms were snaky slender and she whispered words untender.
It seems I bit off more than I could chew.
For her robe I cast my lot and said, “My darlin’ tease me not”.
Such is my appetite for you.

Neglecting any thoughts of home. I could not leave that girl alone.
All hope abandoned all he who enter here.
I chose to live within desire and warm myself inside her fire.
Such is my appetite for you, my dear.

Chorus:
Could I have been persuaded all black and braided or by her eyes of faded blue?
I’m off and runnin’ at the bell on this three legged race to hell.
Such is my appetite for you.

The fruit that lies just out of reach, must surely be the sweetest peach.
Now what’s a hungry man to do?
I turned my back on common sense. My fate lies in the present tense.
Such is my appetite for you.

Chorus:
Could I have been persuaded all black and braided or by her eyes of faded blue?
I’m off and runnin’ at the bell on this three legged race to hell.
Such is my appetite for you.

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You’re What’s Happening Baby
Written By: M Barfield/M Flanagan

You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.

You got your shorty shorts on.
You got your shorty shorts on.
You’re a high school honey with your shorty shorts on.

Chorus:
You think you ain’t nothin’ but you is.
I know you got somethin’ to give.
‘Cause…
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.

You’re just a walkin’ your dog.
You’re just a walkin’ your dog.
You got a black French poodle and you’re walkin’…
You think you ain’t nothin’ but you is.
I know you got somethin’ to give.
‘Cause…
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.

High school honey
You never thought it would last.
If I was your teacher, you’d be “head of my class”.

Chorus:
You think you ain’t nothin’ but you is.
I know you got somethin’ to give…
That’s right.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.
You’re what’s happenin’ baby.

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Spadina/Who Is Loving You Tonight
Written By: Traditional arranged by G Johnson/B Richardson

You told me baby, once upon a time that if I would be yours you would sure be mine.
That’s all right. That’s all right.
Every night I wonder who is lovin’ you tonight?

You told me baby, not so long ago that you loved me dearly but I guess isn’t so.
That’s all right. That’s all right.
Every night I wonder who is lovin’ you tonight?

Please tell me baby what’s gettin’ wrong with you. You don’t treat me halfway nothin’ like you used to do.
But that’s all right.
I know you don’t love me baby but that’s all right.
Every night I wonder who is lovin’ you tonight?

You told me baby, once upon a time that if I would be yours you would sure be mine.
That’s all right. That’s all right.
Every night I wonder who is lovin’ you tonight?

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Bad Old Days
Written By: G Johnson/APJ Johnson

I asked my mother ‘bout the bad old days.
I asked my mother ‘bout the bad old days.
I asked my mother ‘bout the bad old days.
She said, “Son, these are the bad old days”.

You got to watch the backbiters tryin’ to take your place.
You got to watch the backbiters tryin’ to take your place.
You got to watch the backbiters tryin’ to take your place.
All the time they’re smilin’ in your face.

Chorus:
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your sister.
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your sister.
Gotta…
Move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up now.

When God finds the time, he’s gonna deal your case.
When God finds the time, he’s gonna deal your case.
When God finds the time, he’s gonna deal your case.
I’m sure he’s gonna ask you ‘bout your bad old ways.

Chorus:
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your sister.
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your sister.
Gotta…
Move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up now.
Walk a little prouder. Sing a little louder. Play a little louder.

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I Know I Can Make It
Written By: G Johnson/P Ballantyne

Chorus:
I know I can make it.
I know I can make it ‘cause I have a religion of my own.

Rather be a poor boy out on the road,
Tryin’ to live by a higher code,
than to be a rich man in my grave.
It don’t matter how much you save,
for no hope eternal springs
from the want of earthly things.
By and by gonna meet your maker.
Ain’t no out of work undertaker.
I said…

Chorus:
I know I can make it.
I know I can make it ‘cause I have a religion of my own.

When we commence to the undertaken,
gonna find out who’s real and who’s fakin’.
When you meet him face to face,
Can’t nobody else take your place.
You’re gonna be in all ways tried.
Your access been denied.
Count up all the moments wasted,
Every sip of damnation tasted.
I said…

Chorus (x 2):
I know I can make it.
I know I can make it ‘cause I have a religion of my own.

Some folks sing and some folks holler.
Talkin’ all about that healing water.
But now, who you gonna follow,
when so many of their songs bring hollow.
You’re gonna be always tried.
Your access been denied.
By and by gonna meet you maker.
Ain’t no out of work undertaker.
I said…

I know I can make it.
I know I can make it.
I know I can make it.
I know that I can.

Chorus:
I know I can make it.
I know I can make it ‘cause I have a religion of my own.

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West Coast Hobo In A Boxcar Blues
Written By: G Johnson/R Hope

Lyin’ on a cold floor but honey I ain’t so poor.
Got all the stars in Heaven and the ghosts of old Hank Williams.
I can ride a boxcar. I love to read the names on them.
Up and down the West Coast.

Chorus:
Fifteen hundred miles, no place to lay my head.
I passed around a bottle. I bummed cigarettes and I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean. I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean.
Stretched out and wild.

‘scuse me, Miss? You done made my list.
I been cravin’ your attention.
I must confess. I ain’t new to this but it’s been too long to mention.
I’m not into temptation but I’ll take it every chance that I can get.
Rollin’ up and down the West Coast…

Chorus:
Fifteen hundred miles, no place to lay my head.
I passed around a bottle. I bummed cigarettes and I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean. I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean.
Stretched out and wild.

“A broken no good rambler”. Honey, that’s just your opinion.
I’m the king of this ol’ highway and the road is my dominion.
I can ride a boxcar. I love to read the names on them.
Rollin’ up and down the West Coast…

Chorus:
Fifteen hundred miles, no place to lay my head.
I passed around a bottle. I bummed cigarettes and I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean. I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean. I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean. I am…
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean.
Stretched out and wild
Stretched out and wild
Stretched out and wild
Stretched out and wild

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On The Wagon
Written By: G Johnson/R Hynes

Narration

Hangman, hangman can’t you hear my plea?
One tiny favor can you do for me?
Drive your horses, won’t you drive ‘em slow,
and pass by a tavern any one you know?
One more whiskey and one more song.
Then put me on the wagon.
You know I ain’t got long.

One sip of whiskey won’t change my fate.
I’m goin’ to a hangin’ and I can’t be late. No, I can’t.
Old bartender please say you know me well,
and I’ll pay you double when I see you in hell.
Draw me a drink, man. Now won’t you draw it slow?
They’re gonna put me on the wagon.
You know I got to go.
Put me on the wagon. I got to go.

Hangman, hangman now you’ve heard my plea,
and I thank you for the favor that you’ve done for me.
Sentence me to whiskey and here I’ll drown.
I had a hard time drinkin’ ‘cause my hands are bound.
One more whiskey and one more song.
Put me on the wagon ‘cause you know I have done wrong.
Put me on the wagon ‘cause I have done wrong.
Put me on the wagon.

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Good As Dead

Whatchewdid
Written By: G Johnson/B Richardson

You let me be your singer
Till I sang out of tune
You made me sing at midnight
But you left me howling at the moon now girl
You left me howling at the moon

That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did

I played you The Devil Got My Woman
I played it till my fingers bled
You said “Play it till your fingers are stone cold
and buzzards flying over your head now boy
buzzards flying over your head.”

That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did

I’m so downhearted I can’t keep it hid
I’m telling everybody bout it

That’s what you did
That’s what you did

Now I won’t drink your whiskey
And I won’t smoke your dope
You tell me that you still want to hang with me
I said “Baby put down that rope I beg ya
baby put down that rope.”

What you doin
What you doin

Now some folks prefer reefer
Some like french wine
I got lotsa cocaine
But you hit that turpentine from a rag
Hit that turpentine now woman
Hit that turpentine from a rag
Hit that turpentine

That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did

I’m so downhearted I can’t keep it hid
I’m telling everybody bout that
That’s whatchewdid…. And you’re doing it to me right now.

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Whiskey River
Written By: J Bush

Whiskey River take my mind.
Don’t let her memory talk to me.
Whiskey River don’t run drive.
You’re all I got to take care of me.

I’m drowning in a whiskey river
Bathing my memory in the wetness of its soul.
Feel the amber current flowing from my mind,
and warm an empty heart you left so cold.

Whiskey River take my mind.
Don’t let her memory talk to me.
Whiskey River don’t run drive.
You’re all I got to take care of me.

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Truckstop In La Grange
Written By: D Watson

Drivin’ alone down 71 my eyelids were weighing me down.
I been up all night and I had to be up all day.
I really didn’t think that I could make it but I did so I’m here to say…
Thank God for that little bitty truck stop in La Grange.

Chorus:
You get a damn good cup of coffee and a mighty, mighty fine kolache.
And the gal behind the counter…fellas, she’s a mighty fine thing.
I bought myself a tape of Ray Price Gold and they shuffled me along my way.
Thank God for that little bitty truck stop in La Grange.

Bridge
If your rollin’ down the road totin’ your load and your tail is a draggin’ behind,
Just stop on by. Tell ‘em Dale said, “Hi”.
And they’ll send you on down the line…

Chorus:
with a damn good cup of coffee and a mighty, mighty fine kolache.
And the gal behind the counter…fellas, she’s a mighty fine thing.
Don’t forget to gitcha some Ray Price Gold and they’ll shuffle you along your way.
Thank God for that little bitty truck stop in La Grange.
Thank God for that little bitty truck stop in La Grange.
Thank God for that little bitty truck stop in La Grange.

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Annie Lee
Written By: G Johnson/C Macdonald, JA Macdonald, J Syperek, S Dalton

Words of lovin’ I gone and made my pledge
with the magnets stuck all on your fridge.
Speak your name and I nearly burned my throat.
Absolute ain’t no kinda antidote.
Spilt the milk and now gone and made a mess.
It lines the cracks and all of your crevices.

Chorus:
Annie Lee
I tell you confidentially…
Annie Lee
Your lovin’ made a mess out of me.

Searched through all your personal effects.
Smoked a pack of your Camel cigarettes.
I fucked up and now I must confess…

Chorus:
Annie Lee
I tell you confidentially…
Annie Lee
Your lovin’ made a mess out of me.
Your lovin’ made a mess out of me.

Bridge:
When I look in your eyes, I turn to stone.
When I look in your eyes, I turn to stone.
When I look in your eyes, I turn to stone.
When I look in your eyes, I turn to stone.
So, open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Open your eyes and stone me. Stone me.

Chorus:
Annie Lee
I tell you confidentially….
Annie Lee
I never met a woman like…
Annie Lee
I tell you just between you and me…
Annie Lee
You fuck me up. You fuck me up.
Annie Lee, Annie Lee, Annie Lee
Your lovin’ made a mess out of me.
Your lovin’ made a mess out of me.
Made a mess out of me. Made a mess out of me.
Made a mess out of ol’ Grady.

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Alberta Bones
Written By: G Johnson/C Bellamy

Well I’m fighin’ to get back to the first time.
The feel of the very first hit.
And I’ve tried to get by with the brush of a high,
but I keep comin’ short of it.
I should gas up and go seek my fortune but my four tires are frozen in place.
Petrified here with a spliff and a beer,
and the memory of your pretty face.

Chorus:
Won’t you lay down and die right beside me?
If you find me beneath all this snow,
you can search for my bones in Alberta.
It’s the last place that I’ll ever know.

Well, you left me for dead in Grande Prairie.
Ribs stickin’ out of my skin.
Starved and alone, chilled to the bone,
and appalled at the shape that I was in.

Chorus:
Won’t you lay down and die right beside me?
If you find me beneath all this snow,
you can search for my bones in Alberta.
It’s the last place that I’ll ever know.
It’s the last place that I’ll ever know.

Gas up. Get on down.

Well, the gin fills a hole on the inside.
Where goodbye ran a nail through my chest
Slow and melodic. Destruction methodic.
It’s the only way I’ll ever rest.

I should gas up and go seek my fortune but my four tires are frozen in place.
Petrified here with a spliff and a beer,
and the memory of your pretty face.

Chorus:
Won’t you lay down and die right beside me?
If you find me beneath all this snow,
you can search for my bones in Alberta.
It’s the last place that I’ll ever know.

Won’t you lay down and die right beside me?
If you find me beneath all this god damned snow,
you can search for my bones in Alberta.
It’s the last place that I’ll ever know.
It’s the last place that I’ll ever know.
This is the last place that I’ll ever know.
The last place I’ll ever know.

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Good As Dead
Written By: G Johnson

They say I’m rich on paper but my pocket change is light.
My teeth are sharp as razor but my words have lost their bite.
Have you seen my woman? Oh say, “How was she dressed?”
“She’s all decked out this mornin’ in her Sunday best”.
Her lips were painted crimson. Her dress was crimson too.
I swear it had a little hole where tell came pokin’ through.

Chorus:
But you won’t see her weeping. My woman dressed in red.
If she tells you that I’m sleepin’, you know I’m good as dead.

My pass is in abundance. My future’s in decline.
Can’t count the days I’ve wasted try’na please that Caroline.
She keeps me on short tether and feeds me from a tin.
Her heart is made of leather and my soul’s tied up within.

Chorus:
Calling all my demons. Come gather ‘round my bed.
If I look as though I’m dreamin’, you know I’m good as dead.
I’m lying on a pillow stitched with golden thread.
Lying very still though…‘cause I’m as good as dead.

As my ghost has faded, I do have one regret.
Spend your whole life waiting and older’s all you get.

Chorus:
Calling all my demons. Come gather ‘round my bed.
If I look as though I’m dreamin’, you know I’m good as dead.
I’m lying on a pillow stitched with golden thread.
Lying very still ya know…‘cause I’m as good as dead.
Calling all my demons. Come gather ‘round my bed.
In spite of all my schemin’, I’m as good as dead.
Still good as dead.
Oh yes, I am.
Dead.

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Blackass Woman
Written By: G Johnson/D Strahan

All day I dream about Black Ass Woman.
Black Ass Woman, yeah.
All day I dream about Black Ass Woman.
Black Ass Woman, yeah.

If I was king, I’d have black ass in the morning
and all the live long day.
If I was king, I’d have black ass in the morning
and all the live long day.
Yes, I would.

Keep all your silver, all your gold, mama.
Don’t mean a god damned thing. No it don’t.
Keep all your silver, all your gold, mama.
Don’t mean a god damned thing. No.
‘Cause all day I dream about a Black Ass Woman.
Black Ass Woman, yeah.

All day I dream about Black Ass Woman.
Black Ass Woman, yeah.
All day I dream about Black Ass Woman.
Black Ass Woman, yeah.

Well, I ain’t no king but you know that I’m a lovin’…
Yes, I’m a lovin’ man,
and all day I dream about Black Ass Woman.
Black Ass Woman, yeah.

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If I Was King
Written By: G Johnson/B Richardson

If I was king, even for a day.
By tomorrow there’d be hell and all to pay.
If I was king and this world was mine to rule.
It would not matter because you take me for a fool.
If I was king, I would let you wear my crown.
But as it stands, I only stand to let you down.

Chorus:
I am a sinner, just tryin’ to be a friend to you.
I wanna prove it to you before the devil do.

If I was king, I would give you all I got.
I’d even dress you, if the devil dress you not.
If I was king, I would set you up on my thrown.
But it seems the devil’s picked you for his very own.

Chorus:
I’m a fine one for talkin’ ‘cause I’m a sinner too.
I’m tryin’ like the devil to get my message through.
I’m a sinner just tryin’ to be a friend to you.
Let me prove it to you before the devil do.
Before the devil do.
Before the devil do.

If I was king, even for a day.
By tomorrow there’d be hell and all to pay.
If I was king and this world was mine to rule.
It would not matter because you take me for a fool.
If I was king, I would let you wear my crown.
But as it stands, I only stand to let you down.

If I was king, even for a day.
By tomorrow there’d be hell and all to pay.

Chorus:
I’m a fine one for talkin’ ‘cause I’m a sinner too.
I’m tryin’ like the devil to get my message through.
I’m a sinner just tryin’ to be a friend to you.
Let me prove it to you before the devil do.
Before the devil do.
Before the devil do.

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Boots Or Hearts
Written By: R Baker/G Downie/J Fay/P Langlois/G Sinclair

Well I think that there’s a problem here
Her voice just don’t sound right
I left myself on her answering machine
Said “I’m back in town tonight.”
I feel like I’ve stepped out of the wilderness
All squinty-eyed and confused
But even babies raised by wolves
They know exactly when they’ve been used

When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts oh when they start they really fall apart

Fingers and toes fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include the fact that we don’t care
Now you’ve blocked off most of main street
For your little faith parade
Everybody in town will probably all agree
I’m lying in the bed I made

When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts when they start they really fall apart

Now you won’t even let me talk to you
We got some air to clear
We’d probably only agree on one thing anyway
That’s what the hell is happening here
When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts when they start They really fall apart
When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Cowboy boots and cowboy hearts
They really fall apart

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When The Boots Come Off
Written By: G Johnson/N Singh/J Botta/S Chapman

I worked hard all week. I wanna dance tonight.
I picked me out some boots and they was out of sight.
Took me thirty minutes to choose the right pair.
Grabbed a matchin’ shirt and I combed my hair.
Holdin’ car keys. Headed for the door.
I passed by the mirror…I had to see
more of my git up so I stared a while at the hem of my jeans.
Where I could see the…

Chorus:
Ostrich skinned leather with flames up the side
Broken in perfect. You oughta see ‘em shine.
Finest lookin’ pair that you probly ever seen…
You know what I mean. When the boots come off.
When the boots come off.

She was standin’ at the bar with tequila to shoot.
She took one look at me and said, “Nice boots”.
Next thing I knew it, in the blink of an eye.
She winked at her friend and said, “Bye, bye”.
Swung that girl for a couple of songs.
I, I didn’t know where this was goin’
But all I had to say to get her on home,
“You just gotta dig these boots I got on”.

Chorus:
Ostrich skinned leather with flames up the side
Broken in perfect. You oughta see ‘em shine.
Finest lookin’ pair that you probly ever seen…
You know what I mean. When the boots come off.
When the boots come off.

We went back to my place, had a few drinks.
I showed her them boots, said, “Whatduya think”.
She took one look and started to laugh
as she slid her jeans up past her calf.
Much to my surprise she wore…

Chorus:
Ostrich skinned leather with flames up the side
Broken in perfect. You oughta see ‘em shine.
Kept the tag on so I could see the price.
And they just kept on a goin’
They was thigh high!
Ostrich skinned leather with flames up the side
Broken in perfect. You oughta see ‘em shine.
Full quill, rare, exotic hide
You see the boots comin’, you better step aside.

Chorus:
Ostrich skinned leather with flames up the side
Broken in perfect. You oughta see ‘em shine.
Finest lookin’ pair that you probly ever seen…
You know what I mean. When the boots come off.
When the boots come off.

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I’m A Sinner Too
Written By: G Johnson/P Ballantyne

I am an honest man. I do honest things.
I get up each day and take whatever it brings.
But if you shine a light at the close of my day,
you might see Satan movin’ my way.

Chorus:
Say what you say. Do what you wanna do.
I can’t help you ‘cause I’m a sinner too.

And I have no shame because I have no shame.
But I am not blameless, I have have been named.
But I don’t judge you, be you a kettle or a pot.
How the hell am I to judge what God has not?

Chorus:
Say what you say. Do what you wanna do.
I can’t help you ‘cause I’m a sinner too.
Pray if you pray. I don’t care who you’re prayin’ to.
I can’t help you ‘cause I’m a sinner too.

I am an honest man. I do honest things.
I get up each day and take whatever it brings.

Chorus:
Say what you say. Do what you wanna do.
I can’t help you ‘cause I’m a sinner too.
I can’t light your way. The way that you want me to do.
I can’t help you ‘cause I’m a sinner too.
Lord, I’m a sinner and I have no shame.

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