4/27/71 Oakie From Muskogee 4/27/71
(Merle Haggard)

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take our trips on LSD;
We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.

We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.

I'm proud to be an Oakie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightin's still the biggest thril of all.

Leather boots are still in style for mainly footwear;
Beads and roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.

And I'm proud to be an Oakie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightin's still the biggest thril of all.

We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.

9/25/80 Oh, Babe, It Ain't No Lie 3/28/84
(Elizabeth Cotton)

Been all around this whole round world,
on our journey; got back today.
cWork all week, honey, I give it all to you,
honey, oh baby, what more can I say.

Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
You know this life I'm livin's mighty high.

One more word, Lord, in this town,
keep a-tellin' their lies on me,
Waged to my soul this ol' woman would die,
keep a-tellin' their lies on me.

Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
You know this life I'm livin's mighty high.

Been all around this whole round world,
on our journey; got back today.
Work all week, honey, I give it all to you,
honey, oh baby, what more can I say.

Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
You know this life I'm livin's mighty high.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
Oh, babe, it ain't no lie.
You know this life I'm livin's mighty high.

4/6/71 Oh Boy 12/12/81
(Buddy Holly)

All my love, all my kissin' you don't know what you been missing
Oh boy, when you're with me
Oh boy, all the world would see that you were meant for me

All my life I've been waitin', tonight there will be no hesitatin'
Oh boy, when you're with me
Oh boy, all the world would see that you were meant for me

Stars up here and the shadow is fallin'
You can hear my heart's been callin'
Little bit lonely every things right
I'm gonna see my baby tonight

6/11/69 Ol Slew-Foot 12/31/69
(Traditional variation on Bear Tracks)

High on the mountain, what do you see?
Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me
You'd better get your rifles boys before it's too late
The bear's got a little pig and headed through the gate

[chorus]
Oh he's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump
Running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump
He's never been caught, he ain't never been treed
Some folks say he looks a lot like me

I saved up my money and I bought me some bees
They started making honey way up in the trees
I chopped down the tree but my honey's all gone
Ol' Slew Foot's done and made himself at home

[chorus]

Winter's coming and it's twenty below
The river's froze over so where can he go
We chase him up the gully and run him in the well
And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell

[chorus]

1/7/66 On The Road Again 10/12/84
(Traditional)

Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why
Bad girls will even do things on the sly
Look for your supper to be good and hot
She never even put a stew bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born easy on the road again

Friend come by, say looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again

Went to my house the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head,
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into the window, broke the glass
Never seen that little rounder run so fast

Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again

3/12/66 One Kind Favor 12/1/66
(Traditional)

There is one kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean

Have you ever heard a church bell tone?
You ever hear a church bell tone?
You ever hear a curchh bell tone?
You know by then I'm dead and gone

Dig my grave with a silver spade
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Mark the place where I will lay

There is one kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
One kind favor I ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean

10/19/71 One More Saturday Night 6/24/95
(Bob Weir)

I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine,
Looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign,
Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white;
Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight.

Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey Saturday night!

Everybody's dancin' down the local armory
With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery.
The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high;
Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly.

Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey Saturday night!

Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news,
Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues."
His wife say "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do,
Crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes."

Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey Saturday night!

Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth,
Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth.
Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes,
When the rock and roll music meets the risin' sun.

One Thing To Try

Break out your bottle, be in trouble by noon
Never get satisfaction cause ya boil too soon
Them downtown chippies know your weight to the ounce
But the harder you fall, Jack, the higher you bounce!

Stoke up your get, be ready to ride
Keep your head and your heart inside
Take it as far as you wanna go
Until we can't see the desert for the burning snow

But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark and another to bite,
The show ain't over til you pack up at night.

Ah well, ninety-nine people all running around
Not one in a hundred got his feet on the ground,
In fact one in a thousand holding some in reserve
For when the real, true action comes around the curve.

Take care of your people, get some of them fed
Hide the ones in trouble out under your bed
Keep an eye to the future, an ear to the past
Cause after thinkin' it over, know there's nothing much lasts.

So if you're in a hurry, I really go to go
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark and another to bite,
The show ain't over til you pack up at night.

Don't ever let it get the best of you
Plan what you can, let the rest shine through
Just so many angles you can possibly see
Got to figure on those let the other ones be

Don't be a collector of more than you need
Got a lot of things growing but keep watching your seeds
Got to sprout in December what you planted in May
If the harvest is empty, find some other good way

But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark and another to bite,
The show ain't over til you pack up at night.

8/18/70 Operator 11/8/70
(Ron McNernan)

Operator, can you help me, help me if you please.
Give me the right area code and the number that I need.
My rider left upon the Midnight Flyer,
Singin' like a summer breeze.

I think she's somewhere down South, down about Baton Rouge,
But I just can't remember no number, a number I can use.
Directory don't have it, central done forgot it,
I've gotta find a number to use.

Trying to check out her number, trying to run down her line.
Operator said that's priv'ledged information,
And it ain't no business of mine.
It's floodin' down in Texas, poles are out in Utah,
Gotta find a private line.

She could be hangin' 'round the steel mill,
Working in a house of blue lights.
Riding a getaway bus out of Portland, talking to the night.
I don't know where she's going, I don't care where she's been,
Long as she's doin' it right. Long as she's doin' it right.

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