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JOHN MICHAEL MONTGOMERY lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

It's What I Am

Original and similar lyrics
(John Calvert/Aaron Sain) I got my first guitar when I was just a boy I was playing the blues instead of playing with toys Listening to the Opry and dreaming of the neon lights So it was late to bed and early to rise I worked the field all day and the crowd all night My finger on the trigger and Nashville in my sights I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never really worried if I fit in Country ain't what I sing it's what I am This hat ain't something I wear for style These boots have been around a while Country ain't what I sing it's what I am I learned to drive on a dirt road Cruised the strip on rock and roll And drove around on Miles and Miles of Texas And as I grew Daddy showed me now To earn a living by the sweat of my brow But he never made me follow in his steps He said work hard and let the good Lord do the rest And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never really worried if I fit in Country ain't what I sing it's what I am This truck ain't something I drive for style These boots have been around a while Country ain't what I sing it's what I am And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never really worried if I fit in Country ain't what I sing it's what I am This hat ain't something I wear for style These boots have been around a while Country ain't what I sing it's what I am

Sing Like Bilal (Remix)

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame] Sing Like Bilal! [Joell Ortiz (Sheek Louch) {Sample Of Lil' Fame}] Uh! Uh! Street mix! Y-Y-Y (Aiyyo yo Joell Ortiz whattup family!) YAOOOWWWWW! (D-BLOCK) {Sing-Sing like Bilal!} [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Uh! I'm the boy that got the block in a squeeze Ortiz my name hot like I shoot at the D's Twelve twelve flow I'm what they rock in the P's Cheese I'm on a roll like pastrami and cheese It adds up why I'm a gift to this breed I'm a addict even when my adlibs mean Every radio station should add this Preem Plus add my address and you have sixteen (WOO) Seven One Eight I'm reppin the state Of the Eighty Six Mets and the consecutive Yanks Sixty Nine Jets and the catch on the face That put the undefeated Bill Bellicheck in his place (Get outta here!) It's so safe when you nice with the ink All my beef come with french fries and a drink Nobody want it can you blame 'em though? When you see me scream W-A after the Y-A-O YAOWA! [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching (Sheek Louch) {Sample Of Lil' Fame}] You love my style this is not what you used to (Yeah!) You-you-you-you love-love-l-l-love my style Sing-Sing like Bilal! [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Waddup, yo I gotchu! Yo, waddup Joell-ah, Donnie wavy like a cell-ar I heard a lotta rappers, but none of them are realer than me Who's he? Donnie G. Still popu-lar, rooftop one binocul-ar Watchin over my state, 45 featherweight Watchin over my plate, Audemar and the fast cars causin men hate Who's the hottest now? That's an easy debate Either way like 6 o'clock, Donnie's straight I can easily go back to that Mary and Kate White girl and be outside, very late Nope! - I got a mill-ion of stash Got a dream that Barack told me to take it out in cash Bake's about to crash, shades on my eyes 'Cause I mixed it up with hash, hah yeah! Witness greatness, take a flick I run New York and it's not on a heating stick Ha ha! NEW YORK KNICKS, BITCH! [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching] You-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You love my style Y-Y-You-lo-lo-love-m-my-my-st-sty-style-ca-cause-I'm-n-not what you used to

The Wild Ripplin Waters

Michael Martin Murphey
Michael Martin Murphey with Suzy Boggus. Suzy only sang the second female part (female singer's Part) *both singers line* As I Was Out Walking And Ramblin' One Day I Spied A Fair Couple A Comin' My Way One Was A Lady As Fair As Can Be And The Other Was A Cowboy And A Brave One Was He He Said Where Are You Going My Pretty Fair Maid (Just Down By The River Just Down By The Shade) (Just Down By The River Just Down By The Shade) (Just Down By The River Just Down By The Spring) (To See The Wild Ripplin' Waters And Hear The Nightingale Sing) Well They Hadn't Been There But An Hour Or So Till He Drew From His Satchel A Fiddle And A Bow He Tuned His Fiddle All On The High String And He Played This Tune Over And Over Again Then Said The Cowboy I Should Have Been Gone (No No Said The Pretty Maid Just Play One More Song) (I'd Rather Hear The Fiddle Just Played On One String) *both singers sing this line* Then See The Wild Rippln Water And Hear The Nightingale Sing (Fade out while playing the Fiddle on the first line of home on the range)

Gone Country By Alan Jackson

ALAN JACKSON
She's been playing at a room on the strip for ten years in Vegas Every night she looks in the mirror but she only ages She's been readin' 'bout Nashville and all the records that everybody's buying Says I'm a simple girl myself, grew up on Long Island So she packs her bags to try her hand Says this might be my last chance (First Chorus) She's gone country, look at them boots She's gone country, back to her roots She's gone country, a new kind of suit She's gone country, here she comes Well the folk scene's dead, but he's holding out in the village He's been writting songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege He says I don't believe in money, but a man could make him a killin' 'Cause some of that stuff don't sound much different than Dylan I hear down there it's changed you see They're not as backward as they used to be (Second Chorus) He's gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, back to his roots He's gone country, a new kind of suit He's gone country, here he comes He commutes to L.A., but he's got a house in the valley But the bills are piling up and the pop scene just ain't on the rally He says, Honey, I'm a serious composer, schooled in voice and composition But with the crime and the smog these days, this ain't no place for children Lord, it sounds so easy, this shouldn't take long Be back in the money in no time at all (Second Chorus) (Third Chorus) Yeah, he's gone country, a new kind of walk He's gone country, a new kind of talk He's gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, oh back to his roots He's gone country He's gone country Everybody's gone country Yeah we've gone country The whole world's gone country

Mary's Surgeon

AMANDA PALMER
Mary's surgeon Called me urgent Get down to ward And take...my god! Who would date me in the dark And for this labor I was savoured Tender and braindead It went to my head And we kept our lives If your mouth keeps going where your mind won't go You don't want to choke so chew it slowly Nibble the edges on the kitchen floor If it suits your taste, taste some more If you're worried that it's bitter like a barbie doll Hold your nose and swallow it all If you're worried that it's all gonna go to your hips Roll it round your rosy lips If you're worried that it's all gonna go to your thighs Close your eyes for a big surprise.... And Mary's Surgeon Called me certain Brand new flavour I can savour Such pity for the part Mary's running away where we can't find her Far away from smells that would remind her Her hometown has burned down But you will look Staring at your face reflected in the fetid water What shadows will it cast today Familiar smells of fresh decay You wish that you could flush yourself away Complicity leave your mark And Mary's surgeon Called me urging Lord God, save us It's contagious It's contagious It's contagious

What This Country Needs

Aaron Tippin "What This Country Needs"
If I was runnin' this country I'd start it over from scratch Keep what's good, pile up what's bad And then I'd strike the match Yeah, we'd go back to the basics Of how things ought to be Yeah, there'd be a lot of changes If it was left up to me 'Cause what this country needs Is a little more steel guitar And put a litte fiddle right in the middle Straight out of a Texas bar And give us a song, we can all sing along From sea to shining sea Be proud of it and always love it That's what this country needs Now if you want to hear about livin' Just twist that radio dial 'Til you come to a singer singin' What life is all about 'Cause you can't deny that people still cry They laugh and they smile and they hurt And that's my humble opinion y'all You can take it for what it's worth 'Cause what this country needs Is a little more steel guitar And put a litte fiddle right in the middle Straight out of a Texas bar And give us a song, we can all sing along From sea to shining sea Be proud of it and always love it That's what this country needs Yeah, turn it on up and let it ring out Across the land of the free They ought to build a statue of Hand Williams, Sr. In Washington, D.C. 'Cause what this country needs Is a little more steel guitar Yeah and put a sawin' fiddle right square in the middle Straight out of a Texas bar And ya'll give us a song, we can all sing along From sea to shining sea Be proud of it and always love it That's what this country needs You just be proud of it and always love it And that's what this country needs.

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