JAMEY JOHNSON lyrics - The Guitar Song

That's Why I Write Songs

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You fell in love or threw it away You're looking for the perfect thing to say You're no good with words, well, that's okay That's why I write songs Might make you laugh or make you cry Might help you make it through a bad goodbye 'Cause you've been through it and so have I That's why I write songs I remember all the times I felt Like somebody knows me all too well 'Cause it was my life story I was listening to I don't know about you But I've buried loved ones and a few good friends I've held a brand new baby in my hands It ain't just what I do, it's who I am And that's why I write songs I remember how it blew my mind When I played my song and watched a grown man cry And it was at that moment I just knew What I was born to do Most songwriters never get the fame Some folks wouldn't recognize their names But chances are you probably sang along To Harlan Howard or Bob McDill Whitey Shafer or Whispering Bill All the times they ever gave me chills That's why I write songs

Second Hand Satin Lady (And A Bargain Basement Boy)

JERRY REED "Half Singin' And Half Pickin'"
Well I bet we sure look shabby to the pryin' eyes of town You in your tattered dungarees me in my hand me downs All they see of you and me are the worn out clothes we wear They don't see the rich love that we share For a second hand satin lady and a bargain basement boy You're my ragged angel I'm your shabby pride and joy In your Salvation Army dress and me in my Goodwill shoes Livin' proof that the hard times can be the good times too That old junk store kitchen table well it's about to fall right down The curtains you made sure fit quite well with that old stuffed chair we found That old lumpy bed in the bedroom has the stuffin' showin' through But it's heaven when I'm lyin' next to you For a second hand satin lady and a bargain basement boy You're my ragged angel I'm your shabby pride and joy In your Salvation Army dress and me in my Goodwill shoes Livin' proof that the hard times can be the good times too Honey if I'm with you We can see the crack in the ceilin' when we're lyin' here at night Dreamin' our dreams together in the glare of the one bare light But honey if the dreams we dream do or don't come true I'm still gonna be right here to dream with you I'll gladly go through the hardest times with you Oh honey I can make it long as I got you

Potnas (Interlude)

WILL SMITH "Willennium"
This here is a record I wrote About friendship The kind that X and Jaleel were talking about When they wrote Friends How many of us have them I'm talking about Friends Ones we can depend on I'm talking about a Friend to the end If I lose or I win If my lou getting thin (Jazzy Jeff: whats up) You still my friend (JJ: hell yeah) Down forever (uh ha) Tougher than leather (uh ha) Like Run and D you and me together forever (that's right) Lets say we balling (uh ha) Somebody calling (uh ha) Me out my name (whats up) We gonna be brawling (hell yeah) Lets say we out (uh ha) Somethin go down (uh ha) Five o around (uh oh) You still around (true dat) Ever since I was younger (uh ha) Kind a always had a hunger (uh ha) For a fairy tale friend (that's right) Kind a like a brother (uh ha) Everytime I go out (uh ha) Everytime I turn around (uh ha) Ain't gotta wonder about (uh uh) What the brother doing now (uh ha) You been my friend from the beginning to end We flowing to where we going cause Lord know we done been through the storm before the calm Life could drop a bomb Cause Jazzy we got a bond Like we was in Vietnam Truss it (word up) Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down through the good times But also down through the bad times Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down through the good times But also down through the bad times Are you my lady (Jada: uh ha) Are you my baby (uh ha) No ifs or maybes (uh uh) Till pushing daisies (that's right) You on my arm (uh ha) Keep you from harm (uh ha) Won't break that bond (uh uh) Word to my mum (no doubt) Tell me you love me (I love you) Tell me you swear (I swear) And if I need you (just call) You gonna be there (right here) Death do us part (uh ha) Through thick and thin (uh ha) You got my heart (back at cha) Girl when the nights cold I'm warm holding the fact That I got you holding my back With my feelings stealing the blue of the sky leaving them grey Girl you the sun to brighten up my day When it seem like the hill to steep and my vision getting blurry Call on you my dove be there in a hurry When all is gone wrong and I can't go on you my angel immortalised in song baby forever Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down through the good times But also down through the bad times Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down through the good times But also down through the bad times A-ight what we about to do right now We about to take the partners oath So wherever you at put your right hand in the air We gonna pledge allegiance to our partners right now Y'all my peoples (uh ha) Y'all my dogs (uh ha) In the sun (uh ha) Through the fog (uh ha) If I'm wrong (uh ha) Tell me the truth (uh ha) But if they wrong (uh ha) We blow the roof (ooh yeah) Share smiles (uh ha) Share tears (uh ha) Lean on you (uh ha) Ease my fears (uh ha) To the end (uh ha) From the start (uh ha) Minus the cream (oh yeah) Cross ya heart (oh yeah) Me for you (no doubt) You for me (no doubt) That's the way (no doubt) Its gonna be (no doubt) Inseparable (no doubt) Never sever (no doubt) Us forever (no doubt) We's together (wooh) However far (uh ha) We be apart (uh ha) One vision (uh ha) One heart (uh ha) To my friends (uh ha) To my dove (uh ha) To my fam (uh ha) One love (wooh) Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down for the good times But also down through the bad times Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down through the good times But also down through the bad times Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down through the good times But also down through the bad times Everybody need a partner to stand right by their side Not only down through the good times But also down through the bad times Interlude So dad, like did you like have real good friends and potnas when you was growing up Will's dad: I had two real good friends all the way through high school Who you had Thomas Jones and Jacob Curtis Jones Were they like brothers Well they weren't brothers they just had the same last name as Jones And everybody thought that I was a Jones too but I wasn't, of course I was a Smith Right But they thought I was a Jones, they called us the Jones boys we were so tight Matter of fact I had a call from one of them Hey Dad listen, check this record out It was a dark night I had just sparked the mic Brought the light To the crowd In Hampton It was amped when I finished with Brand New Funk They were screaming out, Do Summertime Some of them was drunk, some of the time I like to chill after the show But tonight, yo I wanna get ill after the show And there she is 5 sumthin, short hair, damn she live The girls get thicker further down 95 I expressed to her Sought of confessed to her I wanted to get next to her So I suggested to her We roll To suite 110 Sweet ones in My room Jeff in one eleven with a friend Then boom boom boom who that (open the door) Why they do that Threw back By the noise Some dude and his boys You know them Your boyfriend More like an annoyed friend Peep through the peep hole peeped him and all his people That's when Charlie creep through Boy you wanna see who Don't nobody wanna meet you Damn here come the beef stew My beef ain't with you (uh ah) My beef's with Will So see Mack Ease back 'fore your cat get peeled Charlie said, Any beef with Will is Plenty beef with me and Whenever Charlie get mad He step to the streets he see The end of the story You wonder who survived Get my He's the DJ album check track five

A Passion Play (Part 2)

JETHRO TULL "A Passion Play"
[The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles] [Words by Jeffrey Hammond] [Spoken:] This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, "The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: "You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot." "No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise. "I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?" But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling! Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician." But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!" "You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can send him with Owl." But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem "You can take him in your pouch." But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. [Sung:] As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair. [Forest Dance #2 (Instrumental)] [The Foot Of Our Stairs] We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely). They bend at the knees. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young of ladies lost and erring sons. Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth, tied at both ends. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell" where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. [Overseer Overture] Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you. [Flight From Lucifer] Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub... neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that never made impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none there's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off. [10.08 To Paddington (Instrumental)] [Magus Perde] Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain. Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil. Bring the gods, the gods' own fire In the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born, renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living)... living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day. [Epilogue] There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play.

Lift Your Spirit

ALOE BLACC "Lift Your Spirit"
Come on Lift your spirits and toast a cheers To all the good times throughout the years And just remember it ain't where you're from It's where you're at It ain't who you know It's who's got your back Times have changed and everything's strange If you know what I mean Is a friend someone who drops in Or face on a digital screen When your chips are down and times get tough Who can you call? Who's gonna help you stand on your feet after you fall So ladies and gentleman and boys and girls This one goes out to the people Who helped me most in the world Lift your spirits and toast a cheers To all the good times throughout the years And just remember it ain't where you're from It's where you're at It ain't who you know It's who's got your back Who's got your back (Who's got your back) Who's got your back (Who's got your back) It ain't where you're from it's where you're at And who's got your back Who's got your back (Who's got your back) Who's got your back (Who's got your back) It ain't who you know But who knows you and who's got your back Have you told a secret To someone you thought that you could trust Said they would never tell Pinky-swear on the lord above But online you find That person ain't who you always thought they was Real life used to be so simple before all this virtual stuff So brothers and sisters And Women and men I dedicate this to the friends who was down Since way back when Lift your spirits and toast a cheers To all the good times throughout the years And just remember it ain't where you're from It's where you're at It ain't who you know It's who's got your back Who's got your back (Who's got your back) Who's got your back (Who's got your back) It ain't where you're from it's where you're at And who's got your back Who's got your back (Who's got your back) Who's got your back (Who's got your back) It ain't who you know But who knows you and who's got your back

Soul Food

GOODIE MOB "Soul Food"
My old boy from the point But I'm from Southwest and every Now and then I get put to the test But I can't be stopped Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun But I got my crew Didn't come fro no beef cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed back to tha woods Now I'm full as tick Got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you say It's such a blessing when my eyes Get to see the sun rise To get further away from where I've been But I'll never gorget everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because If I hada went and took the easy way i wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today Everythang that I did Different thangs I was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating at I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive Ole' burd working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time yeah beef is cheaper but It's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread Shawty look good with dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside With a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As I speak wuz up from the driver seat A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had allot but thankful for The little that I got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this bullshit affordable I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. Hold up C it's what I write And Miss Lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at tha beautiful JJ'S Ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days When Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family Looking for a little soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food

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