Who I Am
Who I Am Tracks
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(Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart)
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom 'n' papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well I called my congressman and he said quote
"I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
©1958 (Renewed) Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson)
Two young people without a thing
Say some vows and spread their wings
Settle down with just what they need
Livin’ on love
She don’t care 'bout what’s in style
She just likes the way he smiles
It takes more than marble and tile
Livin’ on love
Livin’ on love, buyin’ on time
Without somebody nothing ain’t worth a dime
Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
Livin’ on love
It sounds simple that’s what you're thinkin'
But love can walk through fire without blinkin'
It doesn’t take much when you get enough
Livin' on love
Two old people without a thing
Children gone but still they sing
Side by side in that front porch swing
Livin’ on love
He can’t see anymore
And she can barely sweep the floor
Hand in hand they'll walk through that door
Just livin’ on love
Chorus
No it doesn’t take much when you get enough
Livin' on love
©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
There's a hole in the wall
Where a nail used to be
A nail that held a picture of
The one that once held me
Now that wall's tellin' me
What I don't wanna hear
I'm tired of the word "fool"
Ringin' in my ears
Oh I guess a saner man
Would simply paint it
But I'm not sane and after all
It's my wall, ain't it
I've got this hammer in my hand
And when I'm through
There'll be a hole in that wall
Big enough to drive a truck through
When you lose the greatest love
You've ever had
A little hole in the wall
Is enough to drive you mad
Chorus
Oh I've got this hammer in my hand
And when I'm through
There'll be a hole in that wall
Big enough to drive a truck through
©Yee Haw Music / Sony Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., Mill Village Music (ASCAP) -
(Bob McDill)
She's been playin' in a room on the Strip
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
And she only ages
She's been readin' about Nashville and all the records that everybody's buying
Says 'I'm a simple girl myself grew up on Long Island'
So she packs her bags to try to her hand
Says this might be my last chance
She's gone country, look at them boots
She's gone country, back to her roots
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
She's gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene’s dead, but he's holding out in the village
He's been writing songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege
He says I don’t believe in money, but a man could make him a killin'
'Cause some of that stuff don't sound much different than Dylan
I hear down there it's changed you see
They're not as backward as they used to be
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes
Well, he commutes to L.A., but he's got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up, and the pop scene just ain't on the rally
And he says honey I'm a serious composer schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days this ain't no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy, this shouldn't take long
Be back in the money in no time at all'
Chorus
Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, oh back to his roots
He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah we've gone country
The whole world's gone country
© 1994 PolyGram International Publishing, Inc., Ranger Bob Music (ASCAP) -
(Haley Allen, Mel Besher)
Well I know you hate my drinkin'
And the way I talk sometimes
But you hate it most when I don't call at night
And it's just because you love me
And you worry 'bout your man
You do the best you can with who I am
Burnin' both ends of a candle
Can leave one in the dark
And I know what I put you through
Is hard upon your heart
And it's just that you're concerned for me
Sweetheart, I understand
You do the best you can with who I am
You go to church on Sunday
While I'm still home in bed
Sleepin' off the night I had before
And sometimes you say I'm perfect
And sometimes not worth a damn
You do the best you can with who I am
Chorus
You do the best you can with who I am
© 1993 Coburn Music, Inc. / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp., Randy Scruggs Music (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson)
You say your heart's been broken
And you just can't win
You say that you'll never love again
Let me tell you friend
You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
Looked out my window and what did I see
It's another broken family
The kids are stayin' with mama at home
Daddy's livin' in a house all alone
Chorus
Troubled times make it hard to stay
So many lovers take the easy way
But don't go crazy and jump ship too soon
'Cause every day can't be a honeymoon
Chorus
No you can't give up on love
Oh you can't give up on love
© 1994 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Ron Jackson, Andy Loftin)
Well I was sittin’ in a roadhouse down on highway 41
You were wipin’ off some ketchup on a table that was done
I know you didn't see me I was in a corner booth
Of course you weren't my waitress mine was missing her front tooth
So I flagged you down for coffee but I couldn't say a thing
But I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
So I ordered straight tequila a little courage in a shot
I asked you for a date and then I asked to tie the knot
I got a little wasted, yeah I went a little far
But I finally got to hug you when you helped me to my car
The last thing I remember I heard myself say
I'm in love with you baby I don't even know your name
Chorus
The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells
Standing by a woman in a long white lacy veil
I raised the veil, she smiled at me without her left front tooth
And I said where the heel am I and just who the hell are you
She said I was your waitress and our last name's now the same
Cause I’m married to you baby and I don't even know your name
Yeah I'm married to a waitress I don't even know her name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
I never thought my love life would quite turn out this way
Hey I'm married to a waitress and I don't even know her name
©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
(Rodney Crowell)
Well I don't drink as much as I used to
Lately it just ain't my style
And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to
They pass quicker, like when I was a child
And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground
And the midsummer days sit so heavy
But don't they flow like the breeze through your mind
When nothing appears in a hurry
To make up for someone's lost time
Chorus
And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the breeze dying down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the friend I have found
She keeps my feet on the ground
She keeps my feet on the ground
©1976 Tessa Publishing Company (BMI) (admin. By Copyright Management Inc.) -
(Keith Stegall, Charlie Craig)
I work a forty hour week and I earn my keep
And I try to walk proud and tall
I keep my nose to the ground, I don't get behind
And I don't back up at all
Well my neck's a little red, my collar's blue
I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze
Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
Cause I'm an all American country boy
I drive a pickup truck and I don't pass the buck
And I always speak my mind
I'm hooked on T.V., Rolaids, and B.C.'s
And I know how to have a good time
I'm a little bit rowdy and a little bit tame
Ain't no way I'm ever gonna change
Chorus
Well I must admit that I've mellowed a bit
Father Time can slow you down
I'm still doin' all I used to do
It just takes a little longer now
Chorus
I'm just a country boy
A good ol' country boy
©1983 EMI Blackwood Music Inc, / Screen Gems-EMI Music (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson)
Well I know sometimes you find it hard
To understand just what we do out here
Well that bus rolls up at home
And I just disappear
And I sure don't like to leave you
Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care
So I wrote this job description
Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there
I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
Well each night I take the stage
With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
Singin' songs about my life
All the good times and the bad
Then we say goodbye and we load it up
And head somewhere I've already been
Then I lay down in that double bed alone
And I thank the Lord again
Chorus
Well I just sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
© 1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
If I could have you
I know what I'd do
This time I'd be true
If I had you
If you could be mine
I'd walk that straight line
There'd be no bad times
If I had you
I made the worst mistake
One fool could ever make
Tell me it's not too late
What can I do
If I could hold you tight
I'd have the world tonight
Everything would be alright
If I had you
Chorus
Everything would be alright
If I had you
©1994 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson)
I'm always on the road
You're always all alone
And I'm not always there when I'm at home
But I'm ready for a little change
I'm ready to accept some blame
So let's back up to yesterday
Let's get back in love
Back to dreamin' of
All those little things we used to do
Let's start holdin' hands
Let's start makin' plans
Honey, let's get back to me and you
It's not like it was
When we fell in love
When all we had was enough
Well I don't like the blues
I like love that's true
Honey, let's get back to me and you
Chorus
Well honey, let's get on back to me and you
©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP)