JAMEY JOHNSON lyrics - The Guitar Song

Poor Man Blues

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A rich mans got his picture on the cover of a magazine Lives a pampered life with his trophy wife And his long black limousines He's got all the money in the whole wide world and toys he'll never use But he don't know a damn thing bout when a poor man gets the blues Rich man thinks his shoes are made to walk wherever he wants From the top of all them high rise buildings to the bottom of the honkytonks He'll step on everything in between but he won't a mile in my shoes And he don't know a damn thing bout when a poor man gets the blues He thinks his money rules the world and he don't give a damn Bout a low class, backwoods, country boy from deep south Alabama He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused Well son you better watch your back when the poor man gets the blues Rich man waltzed right into her life and swept her off her feet For all his fame and his fortune Lord knows I couldn't compete When he took her love away from me I had nothing left to lose But I told that rich man just what happens When a poor man gets the blues He thinks his money rules the world and he don't give a damn Bout a low class, backwoods, country boy from deep south Alabama He uses folks like me just to keep his sorry ass amused Well son you better watch your back when the poor man gets the blues

Gimme Back My Blues

JERRY REED "Half Singin' And Half Pickin'"
Way down in southern West Virginia lived a girl they called Imogene Her old man died and left her his money he was a coal field king Now Imogene told me if you'll be my husband I'll dress you in patent leather shoes Well hello good times so long rambling goodbye down and out blues Now mama she told me don't marry for money she may act just like a queen She may be rich but there's always a hitch she can talk sweet and still be mean Now buddy I know don't you marry for dough I remember when I didn't have any I'm telling you son if you marry for mon you're gonna earn every penny Oh son Now Imogene she never took her hair down she just loafed around all day dressed in her slip I couldn't drink beer or smoke my cigars she was so good at cracking that whip Now old Imogene half Indian and half bulldog and I'm just a coyote howlin' Cause she's either on the warpath or sittin' round the house stretched on her tail end a growlin' Now breakfast in bed ain't so bad for your head if you're layin' there enjoyin' the snack But it ain't so much fun if you're the one carryin' while she's propped up in the sack Now buddy I know don't you marry for dough you'd be better off with holes in your shoes Well I'm gonna run bein' rich ain't no fun hey judge won't you gimme back Judge won't you gimme hey hey judge won't you gimme back my blues Well I'm gonna run bein' rich ain't no fun hey judge won't you gimme back my blues

There Is A War

LEONARD COHEN "New Skin For The Old Ceremony"
There is a war between the rich and poor, a war between the man and the woman. There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't. Why don't you come on back to the war, that's right, get in it, why don't you come on back to the war, it's just beginning. Well I live here with a woman and a child, the situation makes me kind of nervous. Yes, I rise up from her arms, she says 'I guess you call this love'; I call it service. Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be a tourist, why don't you come on back to the war, before it hurts us, why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get nervous. You cannot stand what I've become, you much prefer the gentleman I was before. I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control, I didn't even know there was a war. Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be embarrassed, why don't you come on back to the war, you can still get married. There is a war between the rich and poor, a war between the man and the woman. There is a war between the left and right, a war between the black and white, a war between the odd and the even. Why don't you come on back to the war, pick up your tiny burden, why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get even, why don't you come on back to the war, can't you hear me speaking

Spreading The Disease

QUEENSRYCHE "Operation: Mindcrime"
She always brings me what I need Without I beg and sweat and bleed When we're alone at night Waiting for the call She feeds my skin Sixteen and on the run from home Found a job in Times Square Working Live S&M shows Twenty-five bucks (a fuck) And John's a happy man She wipes the filth away And it's back on the streets again Spreading the disease Everybody needs But no one wants to see Father William saved her from the streets She drank the lifeblood from the saviour's feet She's Sister Mary now, eyes as cold as ice He takes her once a week On the alter like a sacrifice Spreading the disease Everybody needs But no one wants to see Religion and sex are powerplays Manipulate the people for the money they pay Selling skin, selling God The numbers look the same on their credit cards Politicians say no to drugs While we pay for wars in South America Fighting fire with empty words While the banks get fat And the poor stay poor And the rich get rich And the cops get paid To look away As the one percent rules America Spreading the disease Everybody needs But no one wants to see The way society Keeps spreading the disease

Now They Wanna

JON YOUNG "Slept On"
[Verse: Jon Young] Aye, Remember Me? Yea U Know Me Now Butchu Aint Wanna Know Me Then And Now U Wanna Be Down We From The Same Damn Town We Went To The Same School U Never Wanted Me Around But I Aint Trippin, It's Cool U See This Rappin Paid Off Cuz I Aint Get All Caught Up In The Drankin & The Smokin I Was Neva Popalur Now U The Onez Braggin Bout How We Grew Up Together Ya Dick Ridin Cuz I Went From Ridin Vinyl To Leather U Tryna Use Me For Ya Own Gain Name Droppin Tellin Hoez We Best Friendz Tryna Get U Sum Play But It's All Good Go Head And Do Ya Thang I Aint Hatin Or Nuttin But I Still View U The Same U Aint Shit Aint Got A Damn Thang Goin For Ya U Ridin On Dem Coat Tailz I Know Ya Type So Well Oh Well I'ma Keep On Movin Along I'm Headed To Elsewhere See Ya Later I'm Gone [Verse: J. Cash] I Used Be Just Like You Its So True. A Nobody, Outcast Of The High School. I Had A Crew But Only A Select Few. That I Used To Run With But Never Ever Quite Cool. But Its Alright Dude, Cuz Now Iâm Makin Money Though. And Them The Same Ones Askin When Iâm Gonna Do A Show. And You Dont Need To Be A Rapper, Just To Go N Blow. Cuz Iâm Tell Ya Bout Another Homie, That I Used To Know. He Used To Get Teased, Couldnât Ever Get The Chicks He Didnât Stress, He Just Worried Bout Getting His. Come The Weekend, And Everybody Thinkin Party He Kept His Mind Right, Studyin And Workin Harder. So Now He Got His Own Business And A Great Life, A Nice Home, Clean Ride And A Good Wife. So The Point Is, Think About The Long Run. You May Not Fit In Now, But Dogg Your Time Will Come.

Sin City

AC/DC "Powerage"
Diamonds and dust Poor man last, rich man first Lambourginis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me It's yearning But I'm going to set it free CHORUS: I'm going in to sin city I'm gonna win in sin city Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in sin city (I'm gonna rule you baby) Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in So spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice CHORUS

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