Merle Haggard
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Sing A Sad Song
Sing me a song of sadness
And sing it as blue as I feel
If a tear should appear it's because she's not here
Sing a sad song and sing
it for me
She's unhappy with me she told me so
I'm unhappy without
her
And I still love her so
Oh sing me a song of sadness
Pretend it's
the end of the world
Sing it sweet and sing it low
And then I'll have to
go sing a sad song
And sing it for me
Sing it sweet and sing it low
And then I'll have to go
sing a sad song
And sing it for me
High On A Hilltop
High on a hilltop overlooking a city
I can see the bright
lights as they gleam
And somewhere you're dancing in some dingy bar room
And the lure of the gay life takes the place of our dream
High on a hilltop my heart cries, Oh Lord
Forgive her she
knows not the way
And give me the power to believe and some day
High on a
hilltop together we'll pray
I can vision a rounder with a line so smooth
And a promise
of riches for you
But you see not the danger cause you're silly with booze
And high on a hilltop I see a devil in you
House Of Memories
My house of memories, is all I own,
I live in misery, now
that you're gone.
A constant reminder, of what used to be,
Is torturing
me, in my house of memories.
My house is a prison, where memories surround me.
There's
no place to hide where you're memory won't find
me.
My house of memories,
is all I own,
I'm all alone, in my house of memories.
My house is a prison, where memories surround me.
There's
no place to hide where you're memory won't find
me.
My house of memories,
is all I own,
And I'm all alone, in my house of memories.
In my house of
memories.
Life In Prison
The jury found the verdict first degree
They swore I
planned her death to be
I prayed they sentence me to die
But they wanted
me to live and I know why
So I do life in prison for the wrongs I've done
And I pray every night for death to come
My life will be a burden every day
If I could die my pain might go away
Insane with rage I took my darling's
life
Because I loved her more than life
My dreams for her will last a long
long time
But I'd rather die than live to lose my mind
But I've got life
in prison...
If I could die my pain might go away
Skid Row
Well not long ago I was a happy man
Money in my pockets
with the rings on my hands
My money's all Gone and I'm feelin' low
Standin' on the corner of Skid Row
My girl friend left me she don't want me no more
We had a
great big fight just a night before
She said I got no class because she knows
I've been hangin' around on Skid Row
Well people walk by and they stop and stare
They giggle and
they stickle at the clothes I wear
It's just another day like it always goes
When you're hangin' around on Skid Row
I got an old John Beam with the pain more through
Got a
great big hole in the bottom of my shoe
My wine's all gone and I need some
more
Standin' on the corner of Skid Row
Well people walk by and they stop and stare
They giggle and
they stickle at the clothes I wear
It's just another day like it always goes
When you're hangin' around on Skid Row
Branded Man
I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am,
but
they won't let my secret go untold.
I paid the debt I owed them, but they're
still not satisfied,
now I'm a branded man out in the cold,
When they let me out of prison, I held my head up high,
determined I would rise above the shame.
But no matter where I travel, the
black mark follows me,
I'm branded with a number on my name.
If I live to
be a hundred, guess I'll never clear my name,
'cause everybody knows I've
been in jail.
No matter where I'm living,
I've got to tell them where
I've been,
or they'll send me back to prison if I fail.
Now I'm a branded man out in the cold.
Sing Me Back Home
The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I
stood up to say good-bye 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
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home
before I die
I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross the street
Came to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers 'There's
a song my mama sang.
Can I hear once before we move along?'
Sing me back home, the song my mama sang
Make my old
memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home
before I die
Sing Me Back Home before I die
Money Tree
Silver and gold made you say goodbye
One day it may make
you wanna cry
When you're alone with a heart that's blue
Who will you take
your heartaches too.
Love can't grow on a money tree
Not the kind you had with
me
Some day when you're older a wiser girl you'll be
Then you'll know that
love can't grow on a money tree.
I don't blame you for all my pain
A young girl like you
needs time to dream
You're happy now but how long will it last
One day
you'll be just a girl with the past.
Love can't grow on a money tree
Not the kind you had with
me
Some day when you're older a wiser girl you'll be
Then you'll know that
love can't grow on a money tree...
Mama Tried
The first thing I remember knowing
Was a lonesome whistle
blowing
And a young'un's dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train
leaving town
Not knowing where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind
but Mama tried
One and only rebel child
From a family meek and mild
My
mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite all my Sunday learning
Towards the bad I kept on turning
Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me
better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama
tried
Dear old Daddy, rest his soul
Left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest
Wanted
me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me
better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama
tried
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