JAMEY JOHNSON lyrics - That Lonesome Song

Between Jennings And Jones

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I left Montgomery on North 65 I was restless and ready to give Nashville a try I rolled into town with a sound of my own Somewhere between Jennings and Jones Well, the day job I landed felt just like a jail I couldn't seem to break out with that hammer and nails And I spent all my nights in some old honky-tonk Somewhere between Jennings and Jones Hanging out in the bars with the drunks and the stars I found a few good ole boys just like me Started burning our candles both ends and the middle a bunch of roaring outlaws at high speed And they said that the end of that road I was on somewhere between Jennings and Jones Well, some record executives found me on night I was singing half-lit, they said it sounded just right (right) They put my name on an album but they shelved all my songs Said I was somewhere between Jennings and Jones Hanging out in the bars with the drunks and the stars And a few good ole boys just like me Started burning our candles both ends and the middle a bunch of roaring outlaws at high speed And they said that the end of that road I was on somewhere between Jennings and Jones Now to find me in a record store won't take you long I'm right there between Jennings and Jones

The Road

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Danny O'Keefe) Highways and dancehalls A good song takes you far Your write about the moon And you dream about the stars Blues in old motel rooms Girls in daddy's car You sing about the nights And you laugh about the scars Coffee in the morning cocaine afternoons You talk about the weather And you grin about the rooms Phone calls long distance To tell how you've been Forget about the losses, you exaggerate the wins And when you stop to let 'em know You've got it down It's just another town along the road The ladies come to see you If your name still rings a bell They give you damn near nothin' And they'll say they knew you well So you tell 'em you'll remember But they know it's just a game And along the way their faces All begin to look the same And when you stop to let 'em know You got it down It's just another town along the road Well it isn't for the money And it's only for a while You stalk about the rooms And you roll away the miles Gamblers in the neon, clinging to guitars You're right about the moon But you're wrong about the stars And when you stop to let 'em know You got it down It's just another town along the way

Let Go

RYAN ADAMS "Ryan Adams"
Pink as a rose the sun is fading Can you feel the darkness that surrounds the house Plane as the truth my breath is bated It pinches like a trap shut around the mouse But down the road 'cause we fell in But down the road Hanging round the wish-it-well It's a slippery slope And I let go, let go, let go, let go Away Driving at night beside the river Looking at as it's going nowhere Dark as a room with the light shut out I'm feeling round the walls for another way out But down the road 'cause we fell in But down the road Hanging round the wish-it-well It's a slippery slope And I let go, let go, let go, let go Cross your fingers behind your back And lie Tell me it's okay if you'll fix everything 'Cause I let go Pink as a rose the sunsets fading Shattering the light on the oceanside Standing alone, I am not waiting Maybe I'm asleep, my heart is paralyzed Down the road 'cause we fell in But down the road Hanging round the wish-it-well It's a slippery slope And I let go, let go, let go, let go

Dead Skunk

Loudon Wainwright
Crossin' the highway late last night He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right He didn't see the station wagon car The skunk got squashed and there you are! You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose! Roll up yer window and hold yer nose You don't have to look and you don't have to see 'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon! You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! C'mon stink! You got it! It's dead, it's in the middle Dead skunk in the middle! Dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high heaven! All over the road, technicolor man! Oh, you got pollution It's dead, it's in the middle And it's stinkin' to high, high Heaven!

Hell Or Hallelujah

JASON MICHAEL CARROLL "Numbers"
So you’re having one of those days, when it feels like, real life, Snuck right up behind you, to remind you, that it ain’t always easy. And somewhere along the way, you found out, All about those fairweather friends, and that lonely wind, That chills you to the bone, but I want you to know You could be chasing a hurricane, riding a freight train off the tracks. You could be on top of the world so high, the stars are in your grasp. Come hell or hallelujah, I’ll be with you down that road, You don’t have to be, you don’t have to be alone. Cuz I’ve had a day or two when my demons, were screaming, Right at me, and they had me as low as I could go, But you never left me, no, you stood by my side, When I was down for the count, you were reaching out, And you gave me hope, so I want you to know You could be chasing a hurricane, riding a freight train off the tracks. You could be on top of the world so high, the stars are in your grasp. Come hell or hallelujah, I’ll be with you down that road, You don’t have to be, you don’t have to be alone. (You don’t have to be, you don’t have to be alone, You don’t have to be, you don’t have to be alone) You could be chasing a hurricane, riding a freight train off the tracks. You could be on top of the world so high, the stars are in your grasp. Come hell or hallelujah, I’ll be with you down that road, You don’t have to be, you don’t have to be alone. You don’t have to be alone. You know you don’t have to be, You know you don’t have to be alone

Alabama Jubilee

JERRY REED "Cookin'"
Well you oughta see deacon Jones as he rattles his bones Ol' Parson Brown jumpin' around like some kinda clown Ol' Aunt Jemima she done passed a hundred and three Shoutin' out full o'pep Grab a weenie and help yourself Well one legged Joe jumpin' around on his sore toe Throw away his crutch and hollered toe ain’t sore no more Well it's hail hail the gang's all here for the Alabama Jubilee Watch it son You oughta see deacon Jones as he rattles his bones...

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