I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
When my money's all gone I'm on the telephone
Singin' hey hey mama can your daddy come home
Well now I go wild and dangerously but I've got plenty of company
When the moon comes up and the sun goes down
That's when I can to see the lights of town
I'm a honky tonk man...
[ ac.guitar ]
I'm a honky tonk man...
Hey now a purty little gal and a jug of wine
That's what it takes to make a honky tonk mind
With the jukebox a moanin' honky tonk sound
That's when I can to lay my money down
Cause I'm a honky tonk man...
I'm a honky tonk man...
Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. Album Lyrics
Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
It Wont Hurt
[Chorus]
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
Today I had another bout with sorrow
You know this time I almost won
If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow
I know that I'd have sorrow on the run
[Chorus]
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
Your memory comes back up with each sunrise
I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone
Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
To face this cold, cold world on my own
[Chorus]
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
Today I had another bout with sorrow
You know this time I almost won
If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow
I know that I'd have sorrow on the run
[Chorus]
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
Your memory comes back up with each sunrise
I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone
Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
To face this cold, cold world on my own
[Chorus]
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
Writer: DWIGHT YOAKAM
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Ill Be Gone
I watch as you take off your clothes and slip under the sheets
Then I turn and kick the boots off my feet
I pull you close without a word 'cause there's no need to speak
Girl, beauty like yours is hard to beat
Chorus:
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
Just a look from those fiery eyes can all but erase
The memory of any other's face
And the passion they unleash could cause me to misplace
And lose all track of time without a trace
Chorus:
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
The sun intrudes and throws across the room its golden tracks
Shake the dreams, now it's back to facts
As I turn to leave I know you had what so many lack
Maybe some day that'll bring me back
Chorus:
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
Then I turn and kick the boots off my feet
I pull you close without a word 'cause there's no need to speak
Girl, beauty like yours is hard to beat
Chorus:
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
Just a look from those fiery eyes can all but erase
The memory of any other's face
And the passion they unleash could cause me to misplace
And lose all track of time without a trace
Chorus:
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
The sun intrudes and throws across the room its golden tracks
Shake the dreams, now it's back to facts
As I turn to leave I know you had what so many lack
Maybe some day that'll bring me back
Chorus:
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
But I'll be gone in the morning, in the morning I'll be gone
'Cause I'm not one for hanging on
Please don't think that you done something wrong
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
In the morning when you wake and find me gone
Writer: BRAD DELSON, CHESTER CHARLES BENNINGTON, DAVE FARRELL, JOSEPH HAHN, MIKE SHINODA, ROBERT G. BOURDON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY , Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY , Universal Music Publishing Group
South Of Cincinnati
Chorus:
f you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible
And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke
For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden
Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote
Chorus:
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
At a cold gray apartment in Chicago
A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober
He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send
Chorus:
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
Then I'll be yours again
f you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible
And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke
For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden
Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote
Chorus:
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
At a cold gray apartment in Chicago
A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober
He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send
Chorus:
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
Then I'll be yours again
Writer: DWIGHT YOAKAM
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Bury Me
Bury me along the Big Sandy
Down in the blue gray mountains
Rest my soul in those hills of coal
Until this old earth does tremble
Down in the blue gray mountains
Rest my soul in those hills of coal
Until this old earth does tremble
Now, don't you mourn for me
When my soul is free
Woman, don't you cry
Just bury me along the Big Sandy
Under a blue Kentucky sky
This old town of sin
It's about to do me in
I don't know how much I can stand
With my knees on the street and my heart at their feet
I'm forced to beg from Satan's hand
So bury me along the Big Sandy
Down in the blue gray mountains
Rest my soul in those hills of coal
Until this old earth does tremble
Don't you mourn for me
When my soul is free
Woman, don't you cry
Just bury me along the Big Sandy
Under a blue Kentucky sky
When I came to this land
I was strong and I could stand
But now I've somehow gone astray
Yet, I still see the truth
In the teachings of my youth
And I know that the Lord ain't turned away
So bury me along the big sandy
Down in the blue gray mountains
Rest my soul in those hills of coal
Until this old earth does tremble
Don't you mourn for me
When my soul is free
Woman, don't you cry
Just bury me along the Big Sandy
Under a blue Kentucky sky
Under a blue Kentucky sky
Under a blue Kentucky sky
Writer: DWIGHT YOAKAM
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Guitars Cadillacs
Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep
You showed me how this town can shatter dreams
Another lesson about a naive fool that came to Babylon
And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet
Chorus:
Now it's guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on
There ain't no glamor in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives
And painful scars are all that's left of me
But thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
And if I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave
Chorus:
And it's guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on
It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on
It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on
You showed me how this town can shatter dreams
Another lesson about a naive fool that came to Babylon
And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet
Chorus:
Now it's guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on
There ain't no glamor in this tinseled land of lost and wasted lives
And painful scars are all that's left of me
But thank you girl for teaching me brand new ways to be cruel
And if I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave
Chorus:
And it's guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yeah my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music
Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on
It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on
It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on
Writer: DWIGHT YOAKAM
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Twenty Years
Hey look yonder, Henry, comes the sheriff
And he's carrying a warrant in his hand
Don't you run, poor old Henry, for he'll shoot you
Not long will you be a free man
Chorus:
Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
For a crime that you did not do
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
Tried to warn you, Henry, not to cross her
Tried to tell you about her vengeful ways
When you turned and left her for another
She swore, Henry, that she'd make you pay
Chorus:
Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
For a crime that you did not do
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
Listen well, all you young rounders
Heed the lesson poor old Henry never learned
That even hell with all its fiery power
Hath no fury like a woman's scorn
Chorus:
Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
For a crime that you did not do
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
And he's carrying a warrant in his hand
Don't you run, poor old Henry, for he'll shoot you
Not long will you be a free man
Chorus:
Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
For a crime that you did not do
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
Tried to warn you, Henry, not to cross her
Tried to tell you about her vengeful ways
When you turned and left her for another
She swore, Henry, that she'd make you pay
Chorus:
Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
For a crime that you did not do
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
Listen well, all you young rounders
Heed the lesson poor old Henry never learned
That even hell with all its fiery power
Hath no fury like a woman's scorn
Chorus:
Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
For a crime that you did not do
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
Has proved to be the ruin of you
Writer: DWIGHT YOAKAM
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Ring of Fire
(June Carter, Merle Kilgore)
Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by a wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
Chorus:
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames climbed higher
And it burned, burned, burned the ring of fire
The ring of fire
The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Ooh, but the fire went wild
Chorus:
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames climbed higher
And it burned, burned, burned the ring of fire
The ring of fire
Repeat Chorus
Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by a wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
Chorus:
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames climbed higher
And it burned, burned, burned the ring of fire
The ring of fire
The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Ooh, but the fire went wild
Chorus:
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames climbed higher
And it burned, burned, burned the ring of fire
The ring of fire
Repeat Chorus
Writer: June Carter, Merle Kilgore
Copyright: Lyrics © SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.
Miners Prayer
Miner's Prayer is dedicated to the memory of Luther Tibbs.
A Kentucky coal miner for 40 years, and my Grandpa.
When the whistle blows each morning
And I walk down in that cold, dark mine
I say a prayer to my dear Savior
Please let me see the sunshine one more time
(Chorus:)
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
I still grieve for my poor brother
And I still hear my dear old mother cry
When late that night they came and told her
He'd lost his life down in the Big Shoal Mine
(Chorus:)
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
I have no shame, I feel no sorrow
If on this earth not much I own
I have the love of my sweet children
An old plow mule, a shovel and a hoe
(Chorus:)
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
Yeah, when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
A Kentucky coal miner for 40 years, and my Grandpa.
When the whistle blows each morning
And I walk down in that cold, dark mine
I say a prayer to my dear Savior
Please let me see the sunshine one more time
(Chorus:)
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
I still grieve for my poor brother
And I still hear my dear old mother cry
When late that night they came and told her
He'd lost his life down in the Big Shoal Mine
(Chorus:)
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
I have no shame, I feel no sorrow
If on this earth not much I own
I have the love of my sweet children
An old plow mule, a shovel and a hoe
(Chorus:)
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
Yeah, when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
Writer: DWIGHT YOAKAM
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Heartaches By The Number
(H. Howard)
Heartache Number One was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
Heartache Number Two was when you came back again
You came back and never meant to stay
Chorus:
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Every day you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache Number Three was when you called me
And told me you was coming home to stay
With hoping heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Chorus:
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Every day you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Ah, the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache Number One was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
Heartache Number Two was when you came back again
You came back and never meant to stay
Chorus:
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Every day you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache Number Three was when you called me
And told me you was coming home to stay
With hoping heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Chorus:
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Every day you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Ah, the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Writer: HARLAN HOWARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. is the debut studio album by American country music artist Dwight Yoakam. This was Yoakam's first time working with long-time collaborator, record producer-guitarist Pete Anderson.
The album became the first of three consecutive albums by Yoakam to reach number one on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart.
Performed By:
Dwight YoakamThe album became the first of three consecutive albums by Yoakam to reach number one on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart.
Genre(s): Country
Length: 31:34
Released: March 12th, 1986
Year: 1986