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I'm One of You

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1.	Amos Moses	Amos Moses Amos Moses Spoken: Here come Amos Now Amos Moses was a Cajun He lived by himself in the swamp He hunted alligator for a living He just knock them in the head with a stump Louisiana law gonna get ya Amos It ain't legal huntin alligator Down in the swamp now Well everyone blamed his old man For making him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy His Daddy would use him for alligator bait tie a rope the neck and chunk him out in the swamp Alligator bait in a Louisiana bayou About 45 minutes southeast of Tibado Louisiana Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap And his pretty white Hannah They raised up a son who could Eat his weight in groceries They named him after a man of cloth Called him Amos Moses Now the folks around South Louisiana Thought Amos was a hell of a man He could trap the biggest meanest alligator And just use one hand Thats all he got left Cause the alligator bit it Left on gone, clean up to the elbow Well the sheriff got wind that Amos Was in the swamp hutnin alligator skin So he snuck in the swamp Tried to get the boy And he never came out again Well I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went too? You can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou About 45 minutes southeast of Tibado Louisiana Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap And his pretty white Hannah They raised up a son who could Eat his weight in groceries They named him after a man of cloth Called him Amos Moses Sit down on em Amos About 45 minutes southeast of Tibado Louisiana Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap And his pretty white Hannah They raised up a son who could Eat his weight in groceries They named him after a man of cloth Called him Amos Moses His name is Amos Moses Amos Amos Amos Moses Lyrics
2.	Liquor to Like Her	Liquor to Like Her Liquor to Like Her It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine She wants to tell me where to go Tell me what to do Tell me what to eat And how loud I can chew She even wants to tell me What thoughts I oughta think It used to drive me crazy Till it drove me to drink It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine Well shes such a pretty thing You'd think shes heaven sent She's the quarrelsome kind Love's an argument She could yell all day She can scream all night I just sit there smilin As high as a kite It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drinking all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine This drinking buddy of mine Said he met a girl Said she was the meanest Woman in the world I saw her pretty picture I said man your poking fun Then the day I met her I said pour me one It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine You may look down your nose at me Think I'm an old sorry Son of a bean The only way I'm giving up My drinking glass is if I can Find a way to get her off my back Spoken: Your wife's on the phone. Little brown jug upon my lips Your saving our love With every sip It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine Every time I get sober She drives me out of my mind It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine But when I'm liquored up Hell I love her Lyrics
3.	Just Enough to Get in Trouble	Just Enough to Get in Trouble Just Enough to Get in Trouble I've been down my share of Country roads, boulevards, and interstates I kinda know my way around A little bout a lot of things I know what the cards say Sometimes the hard way It looks so easy My curiosity always gets me in a ditch What really happens if You turn that knob Or flip that switch Something I shouldn't do Why you already knew Thats all been taught to me I know just enough to get in trouble And thats just enough to understand That the more I know The more I'm sure Someday it's gonna do me in Yeah when my time comes And I'm dead and gone Let em put it on my tombstone He knew just enough to get in trouble But not enough to leave it alone They got a book somewhere On everything a woman wants Bout how and when and where And why they will And why they won't Thats complicated stuff And when it comes to love I'm still learning I know just enough to get in trouble And thats just enough to understand That the more I know The more I'm sure Someday it's gonna do me in Yeah when my time comes And I'm dead and gone Let em write it on my tombstone He knew just enough to get in trouble But not enough to leave it alone Waylon always told me Son everybody makes mistakes And how come it's always me Standing there when something breaks Yeah I know just enough to get in trouble And thats just enough to understand That the more I know The more I'm sure Someday it's gonna do me in Yeah when my time comes And I'm dead and gone Let em write it on my tombstone Here lies just enough to get in trouble But not enough to leave it alone He knew just enough to get in trouble But not quite enough to leave it alone Lyrics
4.	I'm One of You	I'm One of You I'm One of You They say it takes more now To do what our Mom & Daddy's did They made it look so easy Working hard and raising kids If you get in trouble at school You got in trouble at home You can't outrun mommas wooden spoon Or the principles telephone Raise your hand if you only had Three channels on TV And that little town That kept you down Is where you wanna be Yeah I'm one of you Yeah I'm one of you No your not by yourself There's somebody else Who's been there too If you still wish you still had Some growing up to do Your one of me And I'm one of you Tell the truth Do you still wonder How fast your car will go When Sweet Home Alabama Comes on the radio I bet Jesus, and your momma Now their way up there On your mind Anytime you take a sip Or you walk across the line If you understand why your old man Said the whole worlds gone to hell But you still believe the American Dream Is alive and well I'm one of you Yeah I'm one of you No your not by yourself There's somebody here Who's been there too I know what ya thinking What ya drink And I know why you do Your one of me Yeah and I'm one of you Do you feel a little bit Out of touch Or politically incorrect Then you and me both agree What did you expect I'm one of you Yeah I'm one of you No, No your not by yourself There's somebody else Who's been there too I know what you think About the good 'ol Red, White, and Blue Your one of me And I'm one of you Your one of me And I'm one of you Lyrics
5.	What's on the Bar	What's on the Bar What's on the Bar Whats on the movies Whats on the tube Whats on a woman's mind I don't have a clue Whats with this cell phone What the hell is wrong With my car I think I'll go in here Check it out And see whats on the bar What is the game plan Whats with this job Whats the problem at home Thats the problem by far Whats a matter with me Drinking friends let me Tell you the truth I've been close to love But no cigar So tell me whats on the bar Do you have a little Jim Beam Do you have a little green Jack Do you have a little coke and ice So I can knock it on back And when I get back from the dance floor My number one prior Is whats a girl And whats on the bar Can you make a Margarita Do you have a glass tall Do you have a bad that knows How to play an old Jimmy Reeves song Would you like to know the hot spots The best places by far Can't recommend whats on the menu But I know whats on the bar Whats on your mind Whats in your heart Well thats the difference in a Happy kind of life Or just falling apart Do you wanna know the hot spots I know 'em near and far I don't know whats on the menu But I know whats on the bar Do you have a little Jim Beam Do you have a little green Jack Do you have a little coke and ice So I can knock them both back And when I get back from the dance floor My number one prior Is hello baby And whats on the bar Whats a girl And whats on the bar Lyrics
6.	Games People Play	Games People Play Games People Play Oh the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meaning what they say now Never saying what they mean So they while away the hours In their ivory towers Till there covered up with flowers In the back of a black limousine Talkin bout you and me And the games people play Oh we make one another cry Break our heart Then we say goodbye Cause our heart say We hope to die Let the other one to blame Neither one will ever give in So were gazing at an 8 by 10 Thinking bout the way It might have been Its a dirty, rotten, shame Talkin bout you and me And the games people play People walking up to ya Sayin glory, hallelujah And they try to sock it to ya In the name of the Lord They gonna teach you How to meditate Read your horoscope And cheat your faith And furthermore to hell with hate Come on and get on board Talkin bout you and me And the games people play Look around tell me What you see Whats happening to you and me God grant me the serenity To remember who I am Cause your giving up your sanity For your pride and your vanity Turn your back on humanity And you don't give a damn Talkin bout you and me And the games people play (Repeat till end) Lyrics
7.	Waylon's Guitar	Waylon's Guitar Waylon's Guitar Mr. Cash has got that lic America loves. Hank's songs came direct from heaven above. But the music I got strait from the hoase's mouth. Yeah Waylon's guitar had that sound. I got my first lesson from him around seventy-three. He didn't lonesome or honoree to me. He was about the nicest guy I've ever met on the road. Yeah Waylon's guitar could carry the load. "You've gotta take that E string Hank and turn it down" "You've gotta have that half time beat that walks around" Now I love Eric and Keith and theres alot of hot hands around. But Waylon's guitar had that sound. Yeah. "You've gotta get a Finder Telle and dress it in black." "Put leather all around it, so your buckel won't scratch the back" Now I'm into Eric and Keith and theres alot of hot hands around. But Waylons Guitar had that sound. You've gotta get a Finder Tellercaster and dress it in black! Put leather all around it, so a cowboy wont scratch the back! Says: You know how them cowboys are. Lyrics
8.	Why Can't We All Just Get a Long Neck	Why Can't We All Just Get a Long Neck Why Can't We All Just Get a Long Neck (Jambalaya) This crime in the city streets Always trouble in the middle east How’d they let things get so out of hand Just watchin’ the evening news that would give anybody the blues The more I know, I think the less I understand Chorus: Oh Why can’t we all just get a long (neck) And make a toast to peace and harmony Why, Why can’t we all just get a long (neck) And see how good getting a long might be I’d like buy the world around In the honky tonk neutral ground So we can see that on the inside we’re all the same Pop a top and let the good times pour Til we forget what we was fightin for I’ll ask again can someone please explain CHORUS As different as we may be We’re all one big family Cuz if we just agree we’re gunna disagree CHORUS …and see how good getting along could be…. Lyrics
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11.	Devil in the Bottle	Devil in the Bottle Devil in a Bottle I come home late at night with my boots in my hands. Stumble in the back door, being quiet as I can. And I know she's there in bed, cold and all alone, And she's crying because I'm breaking up our home. And she knows the hell I'm goin' through, In this world inside my head. There's a devil in the bottle, Lord, And he wants to see me dead. I fall into her arms. She helps me with my clothes. Guess she stays on with me 'cause she really knows, That I'm tryin', Lord, to find my freedom, By escaping to the only freedom I've ever known. And she knows this hell I'm goin' through, In this world inside my head. There's a devil in the bottle, And he won't rest until I'm dead. There's a devil livin' in the bottle, Lord, And he wants to see me dead. And it's killing her, too, watching me die this way. There's a devil in the bottle, And he won't rest until I'm dead. There's a devil livin' in the bottle, And he won't rest until I'm dead Lyrics