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Post by Karen Bean on Apr 27, 2012 8:01:03 GMT -5
Born in the heat of the desert My mother died giving me life Deprived of the love of a father Blamed for the loss of his wife You know lord I've been in a prison For something that I never done It's been one hill after another I've climbed them all one by one before we get too far away, who was this one?! You Gave me a Mountain by Elvis! Wasn't an Elvis fan but this is one of the few that I did like. |
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Post by John Wilson on Apr 27, 2012 8:09:25 GMT -5
I didn't know there was a woman alive who wasn't an Elvis fan?!
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Post by Karen Bean on Apr 27, 2012 12:14:17 GMT -5
I didn't know there was a woman alive who wasn't an Elvis fan?! But you always knew I was different  I can count on one hand the number of Elvis songs I liked. But, Elvis is really not dead - he's alive and well in Israel! When we were in Israel in 91 for world, everywhere you went - literally everywhere - Elvis was being piped in over the speakers. Airport, restaurants, markets, etc. It was HORRIBLE!!!!!! |
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Post by Jacob Hale on May 8, 2012 0:21:40 GMT -5
I used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I'd known
But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom, baby
And you brought me back from being too far gone.
And you're as smooth as tennessee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of brandy
And I stay stoned on your love all the time
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Post by John Wilson on May 8, 2012 7:19:21 GMT -5
Tennessee Whiskey - I know it as a George Jones song, but I know others have recorded it, too.
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Post by John Wilson on May 8, 2012 7:29:00 GMT -5
I don't know why I keep on believing you need me
When you've proved so many times it ain't true
And I can't find one good reason for staying
Maybe my leaving would be the best for you
But these rose colored glasses that I'm looking through
Show only the beauty, because they hide all the truth
And they let me hold onto the good times, the good lines-
The ones I used to hear when I held you
And they keep me from feeling so cheated, defeated
When reflections in your eyes show me a fool
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Post by Casey Szparaga on May 8, 2012 19:12:05 GMT -5
John Conlee - Rose Colored Glasses, one of my favorites.
Another really good one he does is Backside of Thirty, also Common Man and I'm Busted. They're all good.
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Post by Casey Szparaga on May 8, 2012 19:14:29 GMT -5
before we get too far away, who was this one?! You Gave me a Mountain by Elvis! Wasn't an Elvis fan but this is one of the few that I did like. One of my All Time favorites and a personal Theme Song. Not to be a know it all, but it was actually a Marty Robbins song redone by The King. Of course I like his version better. |
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Post by Karen Bean on May 8, 2012 21:03:36 GMT -5
Somewhere there should be for all the world to see
A statue of a fool made of stone
The image of a man who let love slip through his hands
And then just let him stand there all alone
And there on his face a gold tear should be placed
To honor the million tears he's cried
And the hurt in his eyes would show so everyone would know
That concealed is a broken heart inside
So build a statue and Lord build it high so that all can see
Then inscribe the world's greatest fool and name it after me
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Post by Karen Bean on May 8, 2012 21:09:50 GMT -5
Took my family away from my Carolina home
Had dreams about the West and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell
And there's fire on the mountain, lightning in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
We were digging and sifting from five to five
Selling everything we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Sinning was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star
And there's fire on the mountain, lightning in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there
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Post by John Wilson on May 8, 2012 21:45:28 GMT -5
Somewhere there should be for all the world to see A statue of a fool made of stone The image of a man who let love slip through his hands And then just let him stand there all alone And there on his face a gold tear should be placed To honor the million tears he's cried And the hurt in his eyes would show so everyone would know That concealed is a broken heart inside So build a statue and Lord build it high so that all can see Then inscribe the world's greatest fool and name it after me Statue of a Fool Made of Stone - Ricky Van Shelton GREAT song. |
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Post by John Wilson on May 8, 2012 21:48:02 GMT -5
Took my family away from my Carolina home Had dreams about the West and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell And there's fire on the mountain, lightning in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there We were digging and sifting from five to five Selling everything we found just to stay alive Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars Sinning was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star And there's fire on the mountain, lightning in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there  No idea on this one |
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Post by Karen Bean on May 8, 2012 22:25:19 GMT -5
Took my family away from my Carolina home Had dreams about the West and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell And there's fire on the mountain, lightning in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there We were digging and sifting from five to five Selling everything we found just to stay alive Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars Sinning was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star And there's fire on the mountain, lightning in the air Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there No idea on this one WooHoo gotcha! Marshall Tucker - Fire on the Mountain |
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Post by John Wilson on May 8, 2012 22:43:53 GMT -5
The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
And I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden, just before he reached my cell
Let my guitar-playing friend do my request
Let him sing me back home with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 11:35:45 GMT -5
Merle Haggard Sing me back home  |
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No idea on this one
