Don't Rock The Jukebox (1991)

  • 1

    Don't Rock The Jukebox

    (Alan Jackson, Roger Murrah, Keith Stegall)

    Donít rock the jukebox
    I wanna hear some Jones cause
    My heart ainít ready
    For the Rolling Stones
    I donít feel like rockiní
    Since my babyís gone
    So donít rock the jukebox
    Play me a country song

    Before you drop that quarter
    Keep one thing in mind
    You got a heartbroke hillbilly
    Standing here in line
    Iíve been down and lonely
    Ever since she left
    Before you punch that number
    Could I make one request

    Chorus

    I ainít got nothiní
    Against rock and roll
    But when your heartís been broken
    You need a song thatís slow
    There ainít nothing like a steel guitar
    To drown a memory
    Before you spend your money baby
    Play a song for me

    Chorus

    Donít rock the jukebox
    Play me a country song

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Murrah Music (adm. by Murrah Music Corp.), Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI) / Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI)
  • 2

    That's All I Need To Know

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    I had to look through our old pictures
    To see the way we used to smile
    Before we left love in the closet
    Like it just went out of style

    Can we pull out those old feelinís
    Wipe the hurt away like dust
    Make love shine the way it used to shine
    Find the gold beneath the rust

    Thatís all I need to know
    Do you wantía stay together
    Just say letís donít let go
    And Iíll keep holdiní on forever
    Have the teardrops that youíve cried
    Drowned the fire in your eyes
    Is there one flame beneath the smoke
    Tell me is there any hope
    Thatís all I need to know

    Is it too late to recover
    Those old smiles we used to wear
    Can we save a love that once was strong
    Before it breaks beyond repair

    Thatís all I need to know
    Do you wantía stay together
    Just say letís donít let go
    And Iíll keep holdiní on forever
    Have the teardrops that youíve cried
    Drowned the fire in your eyes
    Is there one flame beneath the smoke
    Tell me is there any hope
    Thatís all I need to know
    Is there one flame beneath the smoke
    Tell me is there any hope
    Thatís all I need to know

    ©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP) (Sony Music Publishing)
  • 3

    Dallas

    (Alan Jackson, Keith Stegall)

    Dallas packed her suitcase
    And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
    She made leaving me look easy
    I wish sheíd made it look a little harder
    I took her out of Texas
    When she was just a girl
    But old Tennessee and me
    Couldnít take Texas out of her

    On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
    If I could move Texas east
    Then sheíd be here with me
    Then nothiní else would come between the two of us
    If Dallas was in Tennessee

    By now sheís leaving Memphis
    And everything we had behind her
    Lord I hope the gold band on her hand
    Will serve as a reminder
    That true love is a treasure
    Thatís very seldom found
    But you canít stay together if thereís no common ground

    On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
    If I could move Texas east
    Then sheíd be here with me
    Then nothiní else would come between the two of us
    If Dallas was in Tennessee
    Oh if Dallas was in Tennessee

    Dallas packed her suitcase
    And drove off in the brand new car I bought her

    ©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
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    Midnight In Montgomery

    (Alan Jackson, Don Sampson)

    Midnight in Montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road
    I was on my way to mobile for a big New Years Eve show
    I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town
    Put my collar up, I found his name and felt the wind die down
    And a drunken man in a cowboy suit took me by surprise
    Wearing shiny boots, a nude suit and haunting haunted eyes
    He said friend itís good to see you, itís nice to know you care
    Then the wind picked up and he was gone or was he ever really there

    Itís midnight in Montgomery
    Just hear that whippoorwill
    See the stars light up the purple sky
    Feel that lonesome chill
    When the wind its right youíll hear his song
    Smell whiskey in the air
    Midnight in Montgomery
    Heís always singing there

    I climbed back on my eagle
    Took one last look around
    Through red taillights
    A shadow moved slow across the ground
    Off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passing by
    And I could hear that whistle moaning
    Iím so lonesome I could cry

    Itís midnight in Montgomery
    Just hear that whippoorwill
    See the stars light up the purple sky
    Feel that lonesome chill
    When the wind its right, youíll hear his songs
    Smell whiskey in the air
    Midnight in Montgomery
    Heís always singing there
    Heís always singing there

    Hankís always singing there

    ©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. / Golden Reed Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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    Love's Got A Hold On You

    (Keith Stegall/ Carson Chamberlain)

    I called my doctor on the telephone
    Help me Doc, thereís something wrong
    I canít shake it itís gone too far
    He said, tell me what your symptoms are

    I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak
    I canít eat and I canít sleep
    Itís turning me every way but loose
    He said it sounds like loveís got a hold on you
    No doubt loveís got a hold on you

    I told my buddies I was settliní down
    No more of this running Ďround
    They looked at me like I was a fool
    And said, come on tell us whatís wrong with you

    Chorus

    Well I tossed and turned til the morning light
    Holding my pillow hanging on for life
    There ainít nothing I can do
    They said it sounds like loveís got a hold on you
    Sounds like loveís got a hold on you
    © 1991 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. / Just Cuts Music (BMI), adm. by Patti Hurt
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    Someday

    (Alan Jackson/ Jim McBride)

    She looked me in the eye and said itís over
    I canít take this heartache anymore
    She said donít tell me lies and try to please me
    Iíve heard it all so many times before

    I took her by the arm and said donít leave me
    Thereís nothiní in this world I wouldnít do
    Just give me time Iíll be the man youíve needed
    She said I wish that I could take that for the truth

    And I said someday
    Iíll get my life straight
    And she said itís too late
    Whatís done is done
    And I told her someday
    She said I canít wait
    Cause sometimes someday just never comes

    She said all Iíve ever wanted was to love you
    And somewhere deep inside me I still do
    But now I think its time I stopped believiní
    Cause Iím never gonna see a change in you

    And I said someday
    Iíll get my life straight
    And she said itís too late
    Whatís done is done
    And I told her someday
    She said I canít wait
    Cause sometimes someday just never comes

    Sometimes someday just never comes

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seveth Son Music, Inc. / EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP)
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    Just Playin' Possum

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride, Gary Overton)

    I parked my car Ďround back
    Iíve got the shades pulled down
    I told everybody including my mama
    I was leaving town
    But Iíve been right here
    Since youíve been gone
    Belly-up at the bottom of a bottle
    Listening to George Jones

    And just playiní possum
    Laying low
    Iíve got hundred watts of hurtiní
    Coming through the speakers of my stereo
    Donít want to see nobody
    Nowhere I want to go
    Iím just playiní possum
    And laying low

    Iím gonna hide my heart
    And be a love recluse
    Oh I could cry on my best friendís shoulder
    But there ainít no use
    I need an expert on
    The pain Iím going through
    So Iíll keep George on the old turntable
    Til Iím over you

    Chorus

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP) (Sony Music Publishing) Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
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    From A Distance

    (Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)

    Just another bar
    With loud guitars
    Smoke and candles burning low
    And the same olí boys
    With their backs to the bar
    Staring across a crowded floor
    Then I hear a familiar sound
    Your voice laughing out loud

    From a distance/ I can see you
    Dancing slowly with somebody new
    But I cant hold you/ Like I want to
    But I can love you/ From a distance

    So I take a chair
    In a corner somewhere
    You canít see me
    But I can look at you
    And I remember those times
    When I looked in your eyes
    The way that he now looks at you
    Deep down I know itís over
    But it hurts me when heís so much closer

    From a distance/ I can see you
    Dancing slowly with somebody new
    But I cant hold you/ Like I want to
    But I can love you/ From a distance

    And if I cant hold you near me
    Iíll just hold onto your memory

    From a distance/ I can see you
    Dancing slowly with somebody new
    But I cant hold you/ Like I want to
    But I can love you/ From a distance
    Iíll always love you/ From a distance

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Sons Music, Inc. / Sometimes You Win Music (ASCAP), adm. by All Nations Music
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    Walkin' The Floor Over Me

    (Alan Jackson/ Don Sampson)

    Thereís a lady living right above me
    Pretty as a picture on the wall
    Once I helped her with a bag of groceries
    We met a time or two out in the hall

    She told me somebody hurt her feelings
    The hurt thatís in her eyes is plain to see
    Slowly sheís been wearing out my ceiling
    Walkiní the floor over me

    Every night I hear her crying
    Crying over some old memory
    A little of my heart is down here dying
    Cause sheís walkiní the floor over me

    Back and forth I followed every footstep
    Counting long enough to fall asleep
    Had the sweetest dream last night cause I dreamt
    She was walkiní the floor over me

    Chorus

    That woman is walkiní the floor over me

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. / Golden Reed Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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    Working Class Hero

    (Alan Jackson, Don Sampson)

    A callused right hand
    Holds a shiny gold watch
    For thirty years spent on the clock
    But you wont see no tears
    From this working class hero
    Heís always been hard as a rock

    But he knows heís too old
    To really start over
    Besides he just wouldnít know how
    I guess heís just glad
    That heís not alone
    But heís got to wonder what now

    Cause thereís no hall of fame for that working class hero
    No statute carved out of stone
    And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
    And his children
    So after heís gone
    That old working class hero lives on

    That three-bedroom house
    He built in the Ď50s
    Seems so much bigger today
    With just him and mama
    And not many bills
    cause all of the kids moved away

    What heís done with his life
    Might not be remembered
    But heís got every right to be proud
    cause the blood sweatiní years
    Of this workiní class hero
    Is really what livinís about

    Cause thereís no hall of fame for that working class hero
    No statute carved out of stone
    And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
    And his children
    So after heís gone
    That old working class hero lives on
    Yea, that workiní class hero lives on

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. / Golden Reed Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

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