Well I’ve took enough pills for big Memphis town

Ol’ Jerry Lee’s dranked enough whiskey to lift any ship off the ground

I’ll be the first to admit

Sure do wish these people would quit it

You know its tough enough

To straightin’ up when these idiots won’t leave you alone.

Jerry Lee Lewis’s life would make a damn good country song

I’ve always done my best

I’ve tried to walk tall

Walk on Killer

But when the evening was over I was drunk stumbling into walls

Well I know I’ve earned my reputation

Can’t they see I’ve found my salvation?

I guess they’d rather prove me wrong

My life would make a damn good country song

Lets get it now!

I’ve had my share of women

But they always seem to leave

Gonna put me another quarter

In the ol’ pinball machine

Well I know the ol’ Killers been wrong

That ol’ change came over me took too long

My life would make a damn good country song

Jerry Lee Lewis’s life would make a damn good country song!

?A d?nde van las palabras que no se quedaron?
?A d?nde van las miradas que un d?a partieron?
?Acaso flotan eternas, como prisioneras de un ventarr?n?
?O se acurrucan, entre las endijas, buscando calor?
?Acaso ruedan sobre los cristales, cual gotas de lluvia que quieren
pasar?
?Acaso nunca vuelven a ser algo? ?acaso se van?
?Y a d?nde van? ?a d?nde van?

?En qu? estar?n convertidos mis viejos zapatos?
?A d?nde fueron a dar tantas hojas de un ?rbol?
?Por d?nde est?n las angustias, que desde tus ojos saltaron por m??
?A d?nde fueron mis palabras sucias de sangre de abril?
?A d?nde van ahora mismo estos cuerpos, que no puedo nunca dejar de
alumbrar?
?Acaso nunca vuelven a ser algo? ?acaso se van?
?Y a d?nde van? ?a d?nde van?

?A d?nde va lo com?n, lo de todos los d?as?
?El descalzarse en la puerta, la mano amiga?
?A d?nde va la sorpresa, casi cotidiana del atardecer?
?A d?nde va el mantel de la mesa, el caf? de ayer?
?A d?nde van los peque?os terribles encantos que tiene el hogar?
?Acaso nunca vuelven a ser algo? ?acaso se van?
?Y a d?nde van? ?a d?nde van?

You see my hands are steady
You’ve seen my face before
Soon you can take your last look
And they’ll close the door
I stand accused before you
I have no tears to cry
And you will never break me
Till the day I die

(Chorus)
A criminal mind is all I’ve
All I’ve ever known
They tried to reform me
But I’m made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I’ve
All I’ve ever had
Ask one who’s known me
If I’m really so bad…
I AM

I’ve spent my life behind these steel bars
I’ve paid my debt in time
But being brought to justice
That was my only crime
I don’t regret a single action
I’d do the same again
These prison walls secure me
And I’m numb to pain

repeat chorus

Before you hand me over
Before you read my sentence
I’d like to say a few words
Here in my own defense…
Some people struggle daily
They struggle with their conscience
Till the end
I have no guilt to haunt me
I feel no wrong intent

A criminal mind is all I’ve
All I’ve ever known
Don’t try to reform me
Cause I’m made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I’ve ever had
Ask one who’s known me
If I’m really so bad…
I AM
Oh I AM
Oh I AM
I’m made of cold stone
Made of cold stone
Just like these prison walls
A criminal mind
Oh

Made of cold stone
I’m made of cold stone
Just like your prison walls
I’m made of cold stone
A criminal mind
I am
A criminal mind…

Pike fly mighty, every thing tries to
In the uphill crick
Kings and queens the same-fan that flame, and
Hot soup boils in the wretched spoils of the clock collector’s clique
Why should I listen to you
Why should I listen to you now
Cause you’re okay
You make me high
and it’s a day away oh yeah
Give me strength
Blow some life into me Jesus yeah
You’re alright
Blow some life into a free man now

Miracles bleed through steel and needle
In the uphill crick
Silhouettes and screams
that’s what we mean
Come on big seven
Gimmie green heaven at the final gun
Why should I listen to you
Why should I listen to you now
Cause you’re okay
You make me high
and it’s a day away oh yeah
Give me strength
Blow some life into me Jesus yeah
You’re alright
Blow some life into a free man now
You’re alright
Blow some life into me Jesus yeah
Gimmie strength
Blow some life into a free man now
You’re okay
Blow some life into me Jesus now
You’re alright
Blow some life into a free man yeah
You’re alright
Blow some life into me Jesus now
Gimmie strength
Blow some life into a free man now
you’re okay
Blow some life into me Jesus now
you’re okay…..

(Dolly Parton)

Sometimes he gets crazy as men are known to do
He’ll lose his head in spite of everything he stands to lose
What is it in a man that makes him act like such a fool
She swears she never knew but always needed to

But stubborn pride is just the way of cowboys I suppose
Even love can’t change the things he ought to change the most
And it’s pride that keeps him standing when he should be on his knees
Makin’ apologies but she loves him desperately

Oh but now and again she wished he’d been a poet
So he’d know all the perfect lines to say
And have some great romantic way to show it
Be the hero ridin’ up to save the day
And go ridin’ high like a knight in shinin’ armor
To sweep her up and carry her away
Oh but he don’t have no magic ways to charm her
No cause even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways

“I love you” and “I’m sorry” are words that just don’t come
Cause words like that are no match for the kind that rule his tongue
But his eyes keep tellin’ her “you know I love you anyway
No matter what I say or what I never say”

Oh but now and again she wished he’d been a poet
So he’d know all those fancy lines to say
And have some great romantic way to show it
Be the hero ridin’ up to save the day
And go ridin’ high like a knight in shinin’ armor
And sweep her up and carry her away
Oh but he don’t have no magic ways to charm her
No cause even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways

His ways seem cold but she knows he’s much warmer
But even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways

He’s just a fool that must defend his honor
But even love can’t change a cowboy’s ways

(Clay Walker/Kim Williams/Randy Boudreaux)

See that cowboy at the bar
The one at the end with all the scars
He got stomped by the meanest bronc in Santa Fe
But if he looks a little down and out
It ain?t that bronc he?s thinking about
It?s that girl that broke his heart along the way

When a cowboy falls he falls hard
Sometimes he falls way too far
But you can bet that when he hits the ground
He?ll get back up and play the part
Even with a broken heart
He?ll hold the reins and hide the pain inside
Love?s always a cowboy?s toughest ride

Girl, just listen to me now
I should know what I?m talking about
Everything I learned I learned from you
I have rode broncs from hell
And it hurt me every time I fell
But not half as much pain as you put me through

When a cowboy falls he falls hard
Sometimes he falls way too far
But you can bet that when he hits the ground
He?ll get back up and play the part
Even with a broken heart
He?ll hold the reins and hide the pain inside
Love?s always a cowboy?s toughest ride

verse 1
intro (G G C C G G C C G G C C G G C C)
He don’t cry, when he falls down
And he’s been known, to hit the ground
There ain’t too much, that could tear his world apart
A cowboy’s born, with a broken heart

verse 2
So if you’re trying, to make him blue
You’re better off, with someone new
‘Cause he’s been lonesome, right from the very start
A cowboy’s born, with a broken heart

chorus
God gave him his common sense, he learned young to mend a fence
But he keeps all his feelings locked inside
He was taught to rope and brand, and always be an honest man
But if it ever comes down to his pride

verse 3
Just let him go, it ain’t worth the fight
He may be wrong, but he’s still right
‘Cause he’s been lonesome, right from the very start
A cowboy’s born, with a broken heart

solo
God game him his common sense, he learned young to mend a fence
He keeps all his feelings locked inside
He was taught to rope and brand, and always be an honest man
But if it ever comes down to his pride

Just let him go, it ain’t worth the fight
He may be wrong, but he’s still right
‘Cause he’s been lonesome, right from the very start
A cowboy’s born, with a broken heart
A cowboy’s born, with a broken heart

song slowly fades out

The preacher man says its the end of time
and the Mississippi River she’s a going dry.
The interest is up and the stock markets down
and you only get mugged if you go downtown.
I live back in the woods you see,
my woman,and the kids and the dogs and me.
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four wheel drive
and a countryboy can survive. Country folks can survive.


I can plow a field all day long,
I can catch catfish from dusk til dawn.
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
aint to many things these boys can’t do.
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
and countryboy can survive, country folk can survive.


Because you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run,
cause we’re them ole boys raised on shotguns.
We say grace and we say mam
amd if you aint into that we don’t give a damn.
We came from the West Virginia coal mine’s
and the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies
and we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line
and a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive.


I had a good friend in New York City
he never called me by my name just hillbilly.
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
and his taught him to be a business man
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights
and i would send him some homemade wine
but he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
for forty three dollars my friend lost his life.
I’d love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
and shoot him with my ole forty-five
cause a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive.


‘Cause you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run,
and we’re them ole boys raised on shotgun.
We say grace, we say mam,
if you aint into that we don’t give a damn.
We’re from North California and South Alabam’
and little towns all around this land.
We can skin a buck, and run a trout line
and a countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive,
countryboy can survive,
country folks can survive.

A country girl in Paris, Moonlight on the Seine.
Memories of Tennessee and Nashville in the rain.
It’s such a contradiction; a heart that’s filled with pain.
A country girl in Paris dreamin’ Nashville in the rain.

She walks along the boulevard Champs-Elysees,
Thinks about a country boy three thousand miles away.
Pride is such a hard thing, such a price to pay,
To be all alone in Paris, with true love so far away.

Bridge #1

Up upon Montmarte where she stops to rest a while
All the artists look at her and they long to paint her smile.
For even in her sorrow there’s something in the eyes
That makes the young men jealous and makes the old men sigh.

3rd Verse – Instrumental to Bridge #2

Bridge #2

They say the loss of innocence is always linked to pain,
For once the heart is opened, nothing ever is the same.
So the evening lends itself to lovers and romance.
The way to heal a broken heart: give true love just one more chance.

4th Verse: Repeat 1st verse

Computer man says it’s the end of time
December 31st nineteen ninety-nine
People buyin’ up Army surplus things
Afraid of what the New Year will bring

I live back in the woods you see
Y2K don’t mean a thing to me
I’ve got a shotgun, a rifle
And a four wheel drive
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk ’till dawn
Make our own whiskey
And our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ol’ boys can’t do
[including Bocephus]

We grow good ol’ tomatoes
And homemade wine
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

‘Cause you can’t starve us out
And you can’t make us run
We’ll survive in the millenium
We say grace
And we say ma’am
If you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the rocky mountains and the western skies
If the bank machines crash
We’ll be just fine
‘Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me Bocephus
Called me hillbilly
[really]

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty-three dollars my friend lost his life
Now this dude’s gonna get out in a year or two
‘Cause the system don’t work for me and you
But a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

‘Cause you can’t starve us out
And you can’t make us run
We’ll survive in the millenium

We say grace
And we say ma’am
If you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California
And south Alabam’
And little towns all around this land
If the bank machine’s crash
We’ll be just fine
And a country boy can survive

Country folks can survive
Country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
[Any year, anytime]