JAMEY JOHNSON lyrics - The Guitar Song

California Riots

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Well I pulled off the Gravel, with my California dreams Leaving everything I ever loved behind. Well I left Alabama, but it never once left me. And it's still the only refuge in my mind. Where you gonna be when half of California riots, Where you gonna run to when the lights go out. Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it. Buddy I'll be up and headed south. All the women here look perfect, and it hardly ever rains, And for some folks here I'm sure it's paradise. Well I'll dabble With the fortune, rub elbows with the fame. But I'll be damned if this is where I'm gonna die. Hey where you gonna be when half of California riots, where you gonna run to when the lights go out. Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it. Buddy I'll be up and headed south. I never thought I'd get to see the inside of a limousine or a beauty shop on south Rodeo Drive. Or being sucked into a world where things are seldom what they seem, makes you wonder how you'll make it out alive. Yeah where you gonna be when half of California riots, where you gonna run to when the lights go out. Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it. Buddy I'll be up and headed south. Oh buddy I'll be up and headed south.

When You're Hot, You're Hot

JERRY REED "When You're Hot You're Hot"
Well me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley And I kept rollin' them sevens, winnin' all them pots My luck was so good I could do no wrong I jest kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones And finally they jest threw up their hands and said When you hot, you hot I said Yeah? When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again When you're hot, you're hot (La la la la la la la) (La la la la la) (La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot) Well, now every time I rolled them dice I'd win And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again When I heard somethin' behind me I turned around and there was a big old cop He said Hello, boys and then he gave us a grin 'n' said Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in And keep all that money for evidence I said, Well, son when you hot, you hot He said Yeah When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not You can 'splain it all down at City Hall I say, yeah, when you're hot, you're hot You're hot (La la la la la la la) (La la la la la) (La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot) Well, when he took us inta court I couldn't believe my eyes The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized I said Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya if you'll get me outta this spot So he gave my friends a little fine to pay He turned around and grinned at me and said Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot 'N' I said Thanks a lot When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me He said Well, when you're hot, you're hot I said, Well I'll tell ya one thing judge, old buddy, old pal If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take out in back of this courthouse And I'd try a little bit of your honor on You understand that, you hillbilly? Who gonna collect my welfare? (When you're hot, you're hot) Pay for my Cadillac? Whadda you mean 'contempt of court'? (When you're hot, you're hot) Judge

Drink & Dial

JAMES OTTO "Sunset Man"
Well my good buddy John likes to tie one on And get drunk on Friday nights And he’s just fine till the beer and shine combine Then he’s Jekyll and Hyde Starts cussin’ ’bout his boss and the job he lost And what he’d like to say to him Then he reaches for his cell says what the hell And that’s when I step in and I say [Chorus:] Friends don’t let their friends drink and dial Don’t let their fingers do the walkin’ when they’re whiskey wild ’Cause they’re gonna wake up in the morning with a poundin’ in their heads And they’re gonna wish to God they could take back all the things they said So when you see your buddy reachin’ for the phone Say friend wait awhile ’Cause friends don’t let their friends drink and dial Well my sister Diane lost her man To her best old ex-girlfriend Now the only time he crosses her mind Is when the margaritas set in She’ll start thinkin’ ’bout his blue eyes winkin’ And how he used to rock her world She steps out in the hall to make booty call And I say hold on girl because [Chorus] It ain’t ever been a good idea To reach out and touch someone When you’re flying high half outta of your mind Blowin’ a .21 and I say [Chorus] You know friends don’t let their friends Drink and dial

I'm Going To Be A Teenage Idol

ELTON JOHN "Don't Shoot Me (I'm Only The Piano Player)"
Well there's slim times when my words won't rhyme And the hills I face are a long hard climb I just sit cross legged with my old guitar It kind of makes me feel like a rock and roll star Well it makes me laugh Lord it makes me cry And I think for once let me just get high Let me get electric put a silk suit on Turn my old guitar into a tommy gun And root-toot-shoot myself to fame Every kid alive gonna know my name An overnight phenomenon like there's never been A motivated supersonic king of the scene I'll be a teenage idol, just give me a break I'm gonna be a teenage idol no matter how long it takes You can't imagine what it means to me I'm gonna grab myself a place in history A teenage idol that's what I'm gonna be Well life is short and the world is rough And if you're gonna boogie boy you got to be tough Nobody knows if I'm dead or alive I just drink myself to sleep each night And so I pray to the teenage god of rock If I make it big let me stay on top You got to cut me loose from this one room dive Put me on the ladder keep this boy alive

When It All Goes South

ALABAMA "When It All Goes South"
It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back 'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack You'll be one of us no matter where you're at When it all goes south When it all goes south (You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor) When it all goes south (Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards) Now it really don't matter what state you're in One day the south's gonna rise again There's a Wall Street wonderboy sittin' up north Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report He's got two homes, car loans, in debt And his third divorce ain't even final yet Traded his MBA for a SUV On a backwoods road down in Tennessee 'Cause man Manhattan ain't the place to be When it all goes south (With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias) When it all goes south (Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas) Now it really don't matter what state you're in Someday the south's gonna rise again Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez And Savannah, Panama City Y'all sure look pretty in the sunshine Gettin' dixiefried Get yourself some rebel pride When it all goes south (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud) When it all goes south (You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood) Now it really don't matter what state you're in One day the south's gonna rise again When it all goes south When it all goes south (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud) When it all goes south (You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)...

Miss California

JACK'S MANNEQUIN "The Glass Passenger"
I called Jesus but he didn't check his phone today, Oh oh, there's my summer girl I've been wanting her I hear she's got a boyfriend Thought I could leave her for a season but it just got cold Yeah, it's a lonely hour in my cellphone tower, Broken down transmission. But I'm gonna take you to my boxcar on the beach And I'm gonna hang the sun above your bed And soak your hair in bleach You'll be missed Miss California You'll be kissed by only me When they can't find you you'll turn into a mystery but you're no mystery to me, Miss California I called Jesus but he heard I hurt his little girl, yeah, with my reckless stare, I've been so unfair Misplacing my affections She had a reason not to take me back into her care Oh, I'm just a stray dog now, I can't beg or bow Just give me some direction. And I'm gonna take you to the mansion where I hide and I'm gonna paint a diamond on your hand And you will be my bride You'll be missed Miss California You'll be kissed by only me When they can't find you you'll turn into a mystery But you're no mystery to me, Miss California Miss California I'll be around, I'll be around. You'll be missed Miss California. You'll be kissed by only me. When they can't find you you'll turn into a mystery But not to me. You'll be missed Miss California We'll be married in the rain When they can't find you I'm sure I'll be the one they blame But they can't prove anything Miss California Miss California I'll be around

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