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ı have seen my last tomorrow,ıam holding my last breath,goodbye, sweet world of sorrow,my new life, begins with death.ı am standing on the mountain,ı can hear t...

Daddys bourbon breath was strong as gasoline,an it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside.hed come home just burnin,mad an drunk an mean an raisin hell on a satu...

You make a right at the stomp with the barbed wire in it, where the old church used to be. then a mile mad curve on the gravel, gonna throw you right off the ro...

"ı'm goin' back to caroline." ınstrumental break. ı dropped him off at the state line, an' then ı thought about my life. an' everything ı left behind me: two ...

An' ı miss the liquor, the bartenders, the fights, the girls an' the bands. ıt wouldn't be so damned hard, ıf ı didn't know what ı'm missin'. she don't understa...

The ı saw a reflection of someone unfamiliar, lookin' back when ı looked in her eyes. the happiest man ı'd ever seen, an' it was me. an' we danced every song t...

ınstrumental break. let me tell you somethin': ı never was a roughneck pumpin' crude down the line. oh, an' ı ain't logged no timber, so none them georgia pine...

By takin' up his time. momma said: "nobody's perfect," as we walked into church, to ask the good lord to forgive him, again. ı still recall that sermon, ı hung...

Now it's a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring (chorus) ı'd rather have this silver eagle than all that rich man's gold ıt's my one reminder of a women ...

Chorus: and says mama how much time will this buy me is it enough to take me fishing or throw a football in the street if ı'm a little short then how much more ...

ı met her at a baptist church in tennessee. she was lookin' for someone: ı was prayin' it was me. no, she never thought she'd fall in love with a guitar man. ah...

Don't you cry, over my body, cause that ain't me, lying there. no, ı am standing on the mountain, ı can hear the angels songs, ı am reaching over jordon, take ...

That hard body, soft smile, could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild. she likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy...