A Cherokee chief as he dances along Sings an Indian boogie to a white man's song Singin' "Hey-ho-a-lina" (Hey-ho-a-lina) Singin' "Hey-ho-a-lina (Hey-
The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin' the piano plays a jelly-roll The man on the drum is out from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soul
HANK AND JOE AND ME (Johnny Cash) « © '59 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP / Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP » In the desert where we searched for gold
DONE ROVIN' WRITER JOHNNY HORTON (I'm done rovin' I'm gonna settle down.) I'm done rovin' down this lonesome road. Found my treasure at the end of
If you told me that you loved me I would feel so proud If you let me hold you honey I'd holler out loud I'll never love another, even if I can Ohh, come
I've been here for a long long time waitin' all alone Waitin' here in this old house by the telephone Sittin' in this same old chair lookin' out to blind
I mushed from Port Barren through a blizzard of snow Been out prospecting for two years or so Pulled into Fairbanks, the city was a boon So I took a little
I love the brunets, the red heads and blonde haired gals Yeah, I done it since I don't know when Used to go down the line and love 'em all Then I'd start
The sun shown bright and clear that day We all left Washington To lick the Rebel boys in grey At the Battle of Bull Run They came from Pennsylvania and
I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox But when my money's all gone, I'm on the
I just don't like this kind of livin' I'm tired of doin' all the givin' I give my all and sit and yearn And get no lovin' in return And I just don't like
Get your face all pretty and your hair done right Cause we're gonna do the town tonight Well I'm comin' into town and right on time I still got your lovin
Well I went out a fishin' to make a little more To take to Catelina so we could have some fun On the way back, I knocked a hole in my bow I got a hole
Once there was a mountain, man who couldn't write his name Yet he deserves the front row seat in History's Hall of Fame He forgot more about the Indians
There was a Yankee Colonel In 1862 Who fell in Love with a Southern Belle Where the Sweet Magnolia Bloom He wondered why folks laughed at him When He
JOHN PAUL JONES When John Paul Jones was a little boy he pointed to the sea Said when I get to be a man a fightin' man I'll be I'll leave my mark on
When our country was a baby and the Redcoats had their way It was he who had a party tossin? tea in Boston Bay It was he who braved the winter in the
LET'S TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME WRITER AUTRY INMAN Let's take the long way home tonight Maybe I can hold you tight That old moon may be shinin' bright