I wish I had a dime for every bad time
but the bad times always seem to keep the change
You been all alone so you know what I’m sayin’
so when all you can recall is the pain

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Just you wait until tomorrow when you wake up with me
at your side and find I haven’t lied about nothin’
I wouldn’t trade a tree for the way I feel about you
in the mornin’, anyhow I love you

Everyday it gets just a little bit better
And half the gettin’ there is knowin’ where I been before
I’m sure you understand‘cause I ain’t your first man
so when you feel like runnin’ for the back door...don’t

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Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music (crystal) in the air

Promenade down to the lonesome sound
of a whippoorwill in the night
Sashay back look at old mad Jack
hugging everything in sight

Chorus

Banjo Bill he stopped stock still
as the notes came a’rolling by
It filled his ears and eased his fears
and a tear come to his eye

Chorus

The old string bass he lost his place
and his arms they felt like steel
The guitar man dropped both his hands
and he swore it was not real

Chorus

It’s golden strings on eagle’s wings
to the callin’ of the squares
There’s fiddle tunes and there’s fiddle tunes
but Virginia’s splittin’ hairs

Chorus

She cast a spell no tongue can tell
no prophet can reveal
Quiet as death hold your breath
she played Virginia’s Real

Hear that old tune come driftin’ down the hall
Trying to put a stop to clocks on the wall
Free flowin’, free flown.
Lord, momma, how that old thief
time carries on.

Chorus:
Take off your old coat and let down your hair;
Kick off them boots, hon, I don’t care.
It’s only time, and only time will tell.

Looks like a chance with no reason not to take it
Looks like our dance while the record player fakes it
Hold on, King’s X.
I think I’ll be a captain standin’ on a burnin’ deck

Chorus

So come waltz you around this old room with me
As if we were some old pair of high degree.
Round and round again;
Don’t let old fickle sickle catch you
keepin’ time with a friend.

Just an old time feeling don’t mean no harm
so roll me in your lovin’ arms
everybody needs a little help from time to time

If I could change anything then I wouldn’t be me
and I wouldn’t have you it’s plain to see
I need all of the help that I can get

Everybody’s got‘em some kind of past now
and here comes that old snake in the grass now
Lord it’s good to be in Tennessee with you

Chorus:
It’s good to have you lady-oo
on my side through it all
It’s good to see you lady-oo
when that rain starts to fall
It’s good to love you lady
Lord that’s the best of all

Now here comes Texas rolling through my mind
there ain’t nothing to it mama don’t be crying
it’s just one of those things that everyone goes through

Everybody’s got‘em some kind of past now
and here comes that old snake in the grass now
Lord it’s good to be in Tennessee with you

Chorus

Now broken hearted people always seem to drink
and tryin’ to drown those sorrows ain’t as easy as you think
But living with a liar is a hard old way to go
Laughin’ just to keep from crying ain’t no way to grow old

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So take me to a barroom driver
set me on a stool
If I can’t be her man
I’m damned if I’ll be her fool

They say that whiskey ain’t the best way, but then I ain’t too smart
to think I just found out she was lyin’ from the start
So if this is nothing but a bad joke lookin’ for a laugh
hold on to your lampshade darlin’ cause I’m looking for a hat

Chorus

So get this taxi movin’ cause I got no time to lose
there’s no time to be choosy, any old bar will do
cause I’m lookin’ to get silly and I’m lookin’ to get loose
and if that don’t get it done darlin’, I’ll come looking for you

He’s a black haired boy of some confusion
and he makes no excuse for the things that he’s usin’
He’s gentle and wild and a child of the mountain
his words are for singing and his days are for countin’

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And he’s looking for a home he’s scared to find
some lady beside him and he’s drunk on white wine
some lady beside him and he’s drunk on white wine

He’s a devil in the morning and a savior at night
tomorrow’s a case of whatever’s right
Lonesome and high are the things that he feels
and the cards that he plays are the ones that he deals

Chorus

He’s one of the chances you’re entitled to take
He’s one of the hearts that it’s too late to break
I’ve seen him be sad and never know why
seen him fall down to laugh, seen him stand up to cry

Chorus

Well I wish that I was a fiddle bow
Flyin across the strings
And you;ve takin me at hand these days
By making that fiddle sing to you,
Makin that fiddle sing

Chorus
I wanna be felling that feelin, ood
I wanna be feelin’ no pain
I wan to be feelin my love love me
Me, I’m feelin the same, the same
Me, I’m feeling the same

Now you lookin’ like the mornin’ side
Of the best day I’ve ever seen
You lookin’ like hope to a hopeless fool
Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean
That it must’ve been an old bad dream

So let’s go sailin from shore to sea
On a ship both bright and fine
And we’ll run and hollar before the wind
To begin no wearin’ time, oh time
With a fiddle and that wine

Here comes Martha runnin’ down the pier
looks like Captain Flint is here
You get the bow and I get the stern
Lord would you look at that Laverne
Old Flint’s got shrimp from the deep blue sea
and buckets of fish for you and me

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Old Flint’s boat is fine and she’s called the Miss-Inclined
and there’s no home port painted on her stern
and they say she’s like a ghost up and down that Texas coast
but you saw him didn’t you Laverne

Daddy says Flint is a weird old bird
and what’s more I have heard
that his nets are charmed by a woman who knew
how to work that Louisiana voo-doo
Laverne get away from that boat you hear
your mama don’t want you hangin’ round here

Chorus

Martha, Martha won’t you tell me please
that it’s not Laverne that I see
there on the deck of the Miss-Inclined
with Captain Flint I must be blind
Laverne girl what’s the matter with you
old Captain Flint put a spell on you

The old gunfighter on the porch
stared into the sun
and relived the days of living by the gun
when deadly games of pride were played
and living was mistakes not made

and the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

It’s always keep your back to the sun
and he can almost feel the weight of the gun
it’s faster than snakes or the blink of an eye
and it’s a time for all slow men to die
and his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
and he empties the gun at the son of a bitch

and he’s hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
he’s back in his chair in front of the bar
and the streets are empty and the blood’s all dried
and the dead are dust and the whiskey’s inside
so buy him a drink and lend him an ear
he’s nobody’s fool and the only one here

who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
remember the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

He said I stood in that street before it was paved
learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
and I did it all for the money and fame
noble was nothing but feeling no shame
and nothing was sacred but stayin’ alive
and all that I learned from a Colt 45

was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
curse the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Now he’s just an old man that no one believes
says he’s a gunfighter, the last of the breed
and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
calling him out to the lunatic fringe
now he’s out in the traffic checking the sun
and he’s killed by a car as he goes for his gun

So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
so much for the smell of the black powder smoke
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke