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Song Someone Told My Story - Johnny Paycheck. I played the brand new record on the jukebox. And I scarcely could believe the song I've heard. It told of how you left me for another. It was almost
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Song No More You And Me - Johnny Paycheck. Today something told me not to call you. But with trembling hands I dialed the telephone. And as it rang the seventh time. I knew I'd lost what once was
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Song The 4 "F" Blues - Johnny Paycheck. Here it comes now!. I believe it in end for women & me. That’s currently going on. The way you do a lot of petting. Fooling & forgetting and you just keep
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Song Look What The Dog Drug In . Singer Johnny Paycheck. It was Saturday night and I was feeling all right. Working on some tonic and gin. When all at once out of nowhere. This foxy lady came walking
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Well you can tell them boys at the IRS*. This ol' boy, hell I've had enough. The way the big man rakes it in. The little man coughs it up. Well the bite keeps gettin' bigger. And the paycheck
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Song Thanks To The Cathouse (I'm In The Doghouse With You) - Johnny Paycheck. The last time I touched you . must have been six months ago. It was hassles and headaches. And every damn time you said
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Maybellene, why can't you be true?. Oh maybellene, why can't you be true?. You've started back doing the things you used to do. . As I was motivatin' over the hill. I saw maybellene in a coup de
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. Running round for money. Begging on my knees. Living paycheck to paycheck. Paycheck to paycheck Get the money, get get the money. Get the money, get get the cash 3 sweaters, a coat, I can't keep my heat
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I've finally found a place where I can take it. All this loneliness you left behind. On a mountain that's no hill for a climber. Just one step up, sit back and pour the wine. . I climb up on bars
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You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb. You fought all the way Johnny Reb Saw you a marchin' with Robert E. Lee. You held your head high tryin' to win the victory. You fought for your
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Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ. Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today. You know my temperature's
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Well I left a good job in the city. Workin' for the man every night and day. And I never lost one minute of sleepin'. Worryin' bout the way things might have been A big wheel to keep on turnin'. P
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Bài hát The Man From Bowling Green - Johnny Paycheck. She board a slow train to the city she was young and she was pretty. A full grown mountain woman that had blossomed in the spring. She took a job
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Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas. Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans,. An' we was. What's that you say?. What's Colorado Kool-Aid?. . Well,
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Well, I plopped down in my easy chair. And turned on Channel Two. A bad gun slinger called Salty Sam. Was a chasin' poor Sweet Sue. He trapped her in the old sawmill. And he said with an evil lau
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