<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:40:55.739-08:00</updated><category term='june carter cash'/><category term='the end of the world'/><category term='Don&apos;t Let Me Cross Over'/><category term='Ray Charles'/><category term='hello walls'/><category term='pick me up on your way down'/><category term='mr. record man'/><category term='sheb wooley'/><category term='1963'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='jeannie seely'/><category term='1984'/><category term='1967'/><category term='bobby bare'/><category term='1961'/><category term='tender years'/><category term='the bottle let me down'/><category term='runnin bare'/><category term='country music'/><category term='1968'/><category term='david houston'/><category term='afraid of losing you again'/><category term='Don Gibson'/><category term='george jones'/><category term='bob dylan'/><category term='sad song'/><category term='glen campbell'/><category term='politics'/><category term='talk radio'/><category term='1965'/><category term='tall lover man'/><category term='I Can&apos;t Stop Loving You'/><category term='Sea of Heartbreak'/><category term='eddy arnold'/><category term='mental revenge'/><category term='almost persuaded'/><category term='merle haggard'/><category term='johnny cash'/><category term='porter wagoner'/><category term='Detroit City'/><category term='howard harlan'/><category term='the love bug'/><category term='1969'/><category term='Leroy Van Dyke'/><category term='make the world go away'/><category term='just someone I use to know'/><category term='skeeter davis'/><category term='willie nelson'/><category term='1966'/><category term='mel tillis'/><category term='1962'/><category term='charley pride'/><category term='faron young'/><category term='RIP May 8 2008'/><category term='waylon jennings'/><category term='dolly parton'/><title type='text'>Country Music Top Hits Lyrics 1960s</title><subtitle type='html'>Featuring the best of Country Music Lyrics from the 60s.  For research and reference purposes, a historical database.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-8628814785521965958</id><published>2009-07-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:52:17.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1967'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeannie seely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. record man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willie nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Mr Record Man, Jeannie Seely</title><content type='html'>Written by Willie Nelson,&lt;br /&gt;original version 1961, (a lonely man style)&lt;br /&gt;Jeannie Seely's version 1967  (a lonely girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rr8cynrrJH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rr8cynrrJH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Record Man I'm looking for a song I heard today&lt;br /&gt;There was someone blue singing bout someone who went away&lt;br /&gt;Just like me her heart was yearning for a love that used to be&lt;br /&gt;It's a lonely song about a lonely girl like me&lt;br /&gt;There was something about love that didn't treat her right&lt;br /&gt;And she'd wake from troubled sleep and cry his name at night&lt;br /&gt;Mr Record Man get this record for me won't you please&lt;br /&gt;It's a lonely song about a lonely girl like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving down the highway with the radio turned on&lt;br /&gt;And a girl that I heard singing sound so blue and all alone&lt;br /&gt;As I listen to her lonely song I wonder could it be&lt;br /&gt;Could there somewhere be another lonely girl like me&lt;br /&gt;There was something about love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-8628814785521965958?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/8628814785521965958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=8628814785521965958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8628814785521965958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8628814785521965958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2009/07/mr-record-man-jeannie-seely.html' title='Mr Record Man, Jeannie Seely'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-1011516251390427950</id><published>2008-11-20T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:53:14.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1969'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolly parton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porter wagoner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just someone I use to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Just Someone I Use to Know</title><content type='html'>Dolly Parton, Porter Wagoner&lt;br /&gt;1969&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Jack Clement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a picture that I carry&lt;br /&gt;One we made sometime ago&lt;br /&gt;When they ask who's in the picture with me&lt;br /&gt;I say just someone I use to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just someone I use to spend some time with&lt;br /&gt;Just a flame that lost it's glow&lt;br /&gt;And I don't tell them how lost I am without you&lt;br /&gt;I say just someone I use to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just someone I use to run around with&lt;br /&gt;Just a friend from long ago&lt;br /&gt;I don't tell them all the nights I cry without you&lt;br /&gt;I say just someone I use to know&lt;br /&gt;I say just someone I use to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-1011516251390427950?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/1011516251390427950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=1011516251390427950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1011516251390427950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1011516251390427950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Mental Revenge</title><content type='html'>Singer: Waylon Jennings&lt;br /&gt;1966&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Mel Tillis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the friend&lt;br /&gt;You've thrown yourself with&lt;br /&gt;He gets drunk and loses his job&lt;br /&gt;And every road that you travel on&lt;br /&gt;Is dusty, rocky and hard&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make you love me&lt;br /&gt;You only made me blue&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, if the curtain should fall&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hope that it falls on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge.&lt;br /&gt;I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that the train&lt;br /&gt;From Caribou Maine&lt;br /&gt;Runs over your new love affair&lt;br /&gt;You walk the floor&lt;br /&gt;From door to door&lt;br /&gt;And pull out your peroxide hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never was my woman&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were never true&lt;br /&gt;So all in all if the curtain should fall&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hope that it falls on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge.&lt;br /&gt;I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-899627536927670202?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/899627536927670202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=899627536927670202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/899627536927670202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Almost Persuaded</title><content type='html'>David Houston&lt;br /&gt;1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/215R6705BBL._SL500_AA130_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night all alone in a barroom&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl with a drink in her hand&lt;br /&gt;She had ruby red lips and coal black hair&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that would tempt any man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came and sat down at my table&lt;br /&gt;and as she placed her soft hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;I found myself wanting to kiss her&lt;br /&gt;for temptation was flowing like wine&lt;br /&gt;And I was almost persuaded to strip myself of my pride&lt;br /&gt;Almost persuaded to push my conscience aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we danced and she whispered I need you&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from here and be my man&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked into her eyes&lt;br /&gt; and I saw it the reflection of my wedding band&lt;br /&gt;And I was almost persuaded to let strange lips lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Almost persuaded but your sweet love made me stop and go home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-5335951093340733015?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/5335951093340733015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=5335951093340733015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/5335951093340733015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/5335951093340733015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-persuaded.html' title='Almost Persuaded'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-8370866089122509720</id><published>2008-05-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:07:01.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make the world go away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eddy arnold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP May 8 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1965'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Make The World Go Away</title><content type='html'>1965&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Hank Cochran&lt;br /&gt;Singer... Eddy Arnold, Rest in Peace- May 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMake-The-World-Go-Away%2Fdp%2FB001382Q8M%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Ddmusic%26qid%3D1210467777%26sr%3D102-1&amp;amp;tag=boxset-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;Make The World Go Away - AmazonMP3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=boxset-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the world go away&lt;br /&gt;Get it off my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Say the things we used to say&lt;br /&gt;And make the world, make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Before the world took you away&lt;br /&gt;Well if you do, then forgive me&lt;br /&gt;And make the world, make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the world go away&lt;br /&gt;Get it off my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Say the things we used to say&lt;br /&gt;And make the world, make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sorry if I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Let me make it up to you day by day&lt;br /&gt;And if you will please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;And make the world, make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the world go away&lt;br /&gt;Get it off my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Say the things we used to say&lt;br /&gt;And make the world, make it go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-8370866089122509720?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/8370866089122509720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=8370866089122509720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8370866089122509720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8370866089122509720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-world-go-away.html' title='Make The World Go Away'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-5334278475400584145</id><published>2008-05-05T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:54:12.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1984'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnny cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june carter cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1965'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>It Ain't Me, Babe</title><content type='html'>Bob Dylan 1964&lt;br /&gt;Johnny &amp; June Cash 1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away from my window&lt;br /&gt;Leave at your own chosen speed&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you need&lt;br /&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;br /&gt;Who's never weak but always strong&lt;br /&gt;To protect you and defend you&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Someone to open each and every door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't me babe&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me babe&lt;br /&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly from the ledge, babe&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe&lt;br /&gt;I'll only let you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;br /&gt;Who'll promise never to part&lt;br /&gt;Someone to close his eyes to you&lt;br /&gt;Someone to close his heart&lt;br /&gt;Someone to die for you and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't me babe&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me babe&lt;br /&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;br /&gt;To pick you up each time you fall&lt;br /&gt;To gather flowers constantly&lt;br /&gt;And to come each time you call&lt;br /&gt;And will love you for your life&lt;br /&gt;And nothin' more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't me babe&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me babe&lt;br /&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-5334278475400584145?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/5334278475400584145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=5334278475400584145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/5334278475400584145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/5334278475400584145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-aint-me-babe.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Me, Babe'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-6938624394374488819</id><published>2008-04-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:44:29.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1969'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charley pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid of losing you again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>(I'm So) Afraid of Losing You Again</title><content type='html'>Charley Pride&lt;br /&gt;1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to throw my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;Then I tremble at the thought of giving in&lt;br /&gt;Because I know how much it cost to love you&lt;br /&gt; and I'm so afraid of losing you again&lt;br /&gt;Being close to you revives the sorrow &lt;br /&gt;that wakes me up and tells me I can't win&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to wake up in your arms tomorrow&lt;br /&gt; but I'm so afraid of losing you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven were to hear my heart's confession&lt;br /&gt; wanting you would be my greatest sin&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad that you're no longer my possession&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so afraid of losing you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to you revives the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;that wakes me up and tells me I can't win&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to wake up in your arms tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but I'm so afraid of losing you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-6938624394374488819?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/6938624394374488819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=6938624394374488819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/6938624394374488819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/6938624394374488819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-so-afraid-of-losing-you-again-lyrics.html' title='(I&apos;m So) Afraid of Losing You Again'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-7479025424899460988</id><published>2008-02-16T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:25:58.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runnin bare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheb wooley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Running Bare</title><content type='html'>Sheb Wooley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bathtub takin' a shower&lt;br /&gt;It was late I don't know the hour&lt;br /&gt;But I heard a siren way cross the town&lt;br /&gt;Looked at the door my house have burned down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare down the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors seein' what they could see&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare down the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Hey lady don't look at me me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the river to take me a swim&lt;br /&gt;I hang my clothes upon a limb&lt;br /&gt;Some girls come by you know what they done&lt;br /&gt;They took my clothes and away they run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare down the creek bank&lt;br /&gt;Them girls are playing trick on me&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare and tryin' to catch 'em&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get my clothes back don't they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl friend called says hey come around&lt;br /&gt;Cause my husband he's out of town&lt;br /&gt;Well after awhile he walked in&lt;br /&gt;I said excuse me and I'd gone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare through the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Chargin' bullets from tree to tree&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare through the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' Bare is what they call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare through the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Oooh they're comin' after me&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' bare through the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' Bare is what they call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' Bare yeah Runnin' Bare&lt;br /&gt;With the rowhide underwear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-7479025424899460988?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/7479025424899460988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=7479025424899460988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/7479025424899460988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/7479025424899460988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2008/02/running-bare.html' title='Running Bare'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-1163603787015435946</id><published>2008-02-09T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T05:29:00.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1966'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the love bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>The Love Bug '66</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/small-georgejones.jpg" align="left"&gt;George Jones&lt;br /&gt;1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  that &lt;br /&gt;Little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's ever seen it but it got the whole world shook up&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a little bitty kiss and a hug&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was rulin the roost,&lt;br /&gt;And I had all the chicks to myself&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly it happened, that funny little feelin I felt&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried to outrun it, but it finally caught up to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but how can I run from somethin I can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  that&lt;br /&gt;Little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's ever seen it but it got the whole world shook up&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a little bitty kiss and a hug&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instr---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I always thought that I had me a pretty good style&lt;br /&gt;But I lost that race by a good ol country mile&lt;br /&gt;I was walkin all around with my head held way up high&lt;br /&gt;And it fooled me, hit me, really took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  that &lt;br /&gt;Little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's ever seen it but it got the whole world shook up&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a little bitty kiss and a hug&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-1163603787015435946?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/1163603787015435946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=1163603787015435946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1163603787015435946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1163603787015435946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-bug-66.html' title='The Love Bug &apos;66'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-4467767353869236523</id><published>2008-01-01T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:03:52.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1962'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the end of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skeeter davis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>The End of the World</title><content type='html'>Singer - Skeeter Davis&lt;br /&gt;Released in 1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sun go on shining?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sea rush to shore?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't love me any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the birds go on singing?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the stars glow above?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It ended when I lost your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning and I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Why everything's the same as it was.&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand. No, I can't understand,&lt;br /&gt;How life goes on the way it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart go on beating?&lt;br /&gt;Why do these eyes of mine cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It ended when you said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart go on beating?&lt;br /&gt;Why do these eyes of mine cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It ended when you said goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-4467767353869236523?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/4467767353869236523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=4467767353869236523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/4467767353869236523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/4467767353869236523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-world.html' title='The End of the World'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-3750449648154849011</id><published>2007-11-25T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:36:53.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don Gibson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Charles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Can&apos;t Stop Loving You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Loving You</title><content type='html'>Famous Versions&lt;br /&gt;Ray Charles - 1962&lt;br /&gt;Don Gibson - 1957&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;To live in memory&lt;br /&gt;Of such an old lonesome time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop wanting you&lt;br /&gt;It’s useless to say&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll just live my life&lt;br /&gt;In dreams of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those happy hours&lt;br /&gt;That we once knew&lt;br /&gt;Though long ago,&lt;br /&gt;They still make me blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that time&lt;br /&gt;Heals a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But time has stood still&lt;br /&gt;Since we’ve been apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-3750449648154849011?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/3750449648154849011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=3750449648154849011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/3750449648154849011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/3750449648154849011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-stop-loving-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop Loving You'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-8109386381426678384</id><published>2007-11-05T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:51:00.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merle haggard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bottle let me down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>The Bottle Let Me Down</title><content type='html'>Merle Haggard  (and the Strangers)&lt;br /&gt;1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night I leave the bar room when it's over&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling any pain at closing time&lt;br /&gt;But tonight your memory found me much too sober&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the bottle let me down&lt;br /&gt;And let your memory come around&lt;br /&gt;The one true friend I thought I'd found&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the bottle let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a bottle I could turn to&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've been turning every day&lt;br /&gt;But the wine don't take effect the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hurting in old familiar ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the bottle let me down&lt;br /&gt;and let your memory come around&lt;br /&gt;The one true friend I thought I'd found&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the bottle let me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-8109386381426678384?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/8109386381426678384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=8109386381426678384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8109386381426678384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8109386381426678384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/11/bottle-let-me-down.html' title='The Bottle Let Me Down'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-1679735952493731003</id><published>2007-10-05T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:58:29.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1961'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tender years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Tender Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/small-georgejones.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;George Jones&lt;br /&gt;1961&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep saying you love him&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's true&lt;br /&gt;And it just doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in time you'll understand, dear&lt;br /&gt;When you shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know you were living&lt;br /&gt;In your tender years -tender years-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes there's a lovelight&lt;br /&gt;That shines for him&lt;br /&gt;But how long will it stay there&lt;br /&gt;Will that love light grow dim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just see the happiness&lt;br /&gt;You can't see the tears&lt;br /&gt;It's true, 'cause you're living&lt;br /&gt;In your tender years -tender years-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Instr. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I can't be your first love&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait and be your last&lt;br /&gt;I'll be somewhere in your future&lt;br /&gt;To help you forget the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;With a love that's sincere&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll wait 'til you're through living&lt;br /&gt;In your tender years -tender years-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you'll know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;With a love that's sincere&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll wait 'til you're through living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In your tender years... (((tender years)))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-1679735952493731003?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/1679735952493731003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=1679735952493731003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1679735952493731003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1679735952493731003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/10/tender-years.html' title='Tender Years'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-3953452264662316981</id><published>2007-09-12T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:56:25.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1961'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june carter cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall lover man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Tall Lover Man, June Carter Cash</title><content type='html'>This song was penned by June Carter Cash,&lt;br /&gt;and she played it during on the Louisiana Hayride&lt;br /&gt;between 1961-1962. It's available on Scena Records,&lt;br /&gt;The Louisiana Hayride Collections, or on her&lt;br /&gt;last album, Keep it On The Sunny Side (Best of, 2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers stood in the white, white sand &lt;br /&gt;A dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man &lt;br /&gt;With surprise and pain in her eyes &lt;br /&gt;She clung to the hand of her tall lover man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim &lt;br /&gt;She asked him &lt;br /&gt;That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes &lt;br /&gt;Is not your wife, is she Jim &lt;br /&gt;And with tears in her eyes and her sad, sad cries &lt;br /&gt;She clung to the hand of her tall lover man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, he let go of her hand &lt;br /&gt;I'm not to blame, it was a game &lt;br /&gt;'Cause that fair-haired woman is my wife &lt;br /&gt;And she will be all of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lyin' to me, aren't you Jim, she asked him &lt;br /&gt;If lovin' me was a sport, then your life shall be short &lt;br /&gt;She said to him, my Jim &lt;br /&gt;And the blade of the maid struck the man &lt;br /&gt;And the blood flowed in the sand from her tall lover man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers lyin' in the white, white sand &lt;br /&gt;I'll die with you, my tall lover man &lt;br /&gt;And her blade found its mark in the dark &lt;br /&gt;She clung to the hand of her tall lover man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim, she asked him &lt;br /&gt;That fair-haired girl won't be your wife &lt;br /&gt;And with tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries &lt;br /&gt;She died in the sand with her tall lover man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-3953452264662316981?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-5764084831877557633</id><published>2007-09-03T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:17:18.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobby bare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1963'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Detroit City</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bobby Bare&lt;br /&gt;1963&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed about that girl,whose been waitin' for so long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt; I want to go home,Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,&lt;br /&gt;From the letters that I write they think I'm fine,&lt;br /&gt;But by day I make the cars,by night I make the bars,&lt;br /&gt;If only they could read between the lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt; I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode a freight train north to Detroit city,&lt;br /&gt;After all these years I've been wasting my time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my foolish pride,&lt;br /&gt;on a southbound freight and ride,&lt;br /&gt;Go on back to the ones,&lt;br /&gt;I've left waitin' so far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I want to go home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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City'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-2063763773746373953</id><published>2007-08-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:07:14.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea of Heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don Gibson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1961'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Sea of Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>1961&lt;br /&gt;Don Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights in the harbor,&lt;br /&gt;Don't shine for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a lost ship,&lt;br /&gt;Adrift on the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Memories of your caress, so divine.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were mine again, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I am on this sea of tears&lt;br /&gt;Sea of heartbreak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I lose you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where did I fail?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Always to sail? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Memories of your caress, so divine.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were mine again, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I am on this sea of tears&lt;br /&gt;Sea of heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I'd give to sail back to shore;&lt;br /&gt;Back to your arms once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come to my rescue;&lt;br /&gt;Come here to me .&lt;br /&gt;Take me and keep me,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Memories of your caress, so divine.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were mine again, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I am on this sea of tears&lt;br /&gt;Sea of heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;It's a sea of heartbreak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-2063763773746373953?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/2063763773746373953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=2063763773746373953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/2063763773746373953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/2063763773746373953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/08/sea-of-heartbreak.html' title='Sea of Heartbreak'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-8780066931972678230</id><published>2007-08-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:42:01.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1962'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Let Me Cross Over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>DON'T LET ME CROSS OVER, Carl Bulter</title><content type='html'>1962&lt;br /&gt;Penny Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted my darlin' to steal you away&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me cross over, stay out of my way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know that I love you and I'm not the stealin' kind&lt;br /&gt;But I'm faced with heartache here at love's cheating line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me cross over love's cheating line&lt;br /&gt;You belong to another and can never be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know one step closer would be heaven divine&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me cross over love's cheating line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to forget you but what else can I do&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes keep saying that you want me too&lt;br /&gt;And I know if I lose you not a dream will I have left&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cheat dear, but I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me cross over love's cheating line&lt;br /&gt;You belong to another and can never be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know one step closer would be heaven divine&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me cross over love's cheating line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me cross over love's cheating line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-8780066931972678230?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/8780066931972678230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=8780066931972678230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8780066931972678230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8780066931972678230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-let-me-cross-over-carl-bulter.html' title='DON&apos;T LET ME CROSS OVER, Carl Bulter'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-7122139854337769837</id><published>2007-07-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:38:14.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howard harlan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pick me up on your way down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Pick Me Up on Your Way Down, Howard Harlan</title><content type='html'>Written 1958&lt;br /&gt;Album: ALL TIME FAVORITE COUNTRY SONGWRITER - 1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were mine for just a while now you're puttin' on the style&lt;br /&gt;And you've never once looked back at your home across the track&lt;br /&gt;You're the gossip of the town but my heart can still be found&lt;br /&gt;Where you tossed it on the ground pick me up on your way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up on your way down when you're blue and all alone&lt;br /&gt;When their glamour starts to bore you come on back where you belong&lt;br /&gt;You may be their pride and joy but they'll find another toy&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll take away your crown pick me up on your way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now they've changed your attitude made you haughty and so rude&lt;br /&gt;Your new friends can take the blame underneath you're still the same&lt;br /&gt;When you'll find these things are true I'll be waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;As you tumble to the ground pick me up on your way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up on your way down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-7122139854337769837?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/7122139854337769837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=7122139854337769837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/7122139854337769837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/7122139854337769837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/07/pick-me-up-on-your-way-down-howard.html' title='Pick Me Up on Your Way Down, Howard Harlan'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-4425593950896370503</id><published>2007-06-17T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:53:28.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin' - JOHNNY TILLOTSON</title><content type='html'>1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by JOHNNY TILLOTSON&lt;br /&gt;during the terminal illness of his father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry myself to sleep each night&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Life seems so empty since you went away&lt;br /&gt;The pillow where you'd lay your head&lt;br /&gt;Now holds my lonely tears instead&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps right on a-hurtin' every minute of the day&lt;br /&gt;Every hour you're away I feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help it, I dont think I can go on&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a man should never cry&lt;br /&gt;But when I see you passing by&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks down and cries a million tears&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart and set me free&lt;br /&gt;But you forgot your memory&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-4425593950896370503?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-3783088462021876538</id><published>2007-06-12T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:56:54.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1962'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leroy Van Dyke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Just Walk On By, Leroy Van Dyke</title><content type='html'>1961&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you tomorrow on some street in town&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I don't say 'Hello' &lt;hello&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to another, it wouldn't look so good&lt;br /&gt;To know someone I'm not supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on by, wait on the corner&lt;br /&gt;I love you but we're strangers when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on by, wait on the corner&lt;br /&gt;I love you but we're strangers when we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dimly lit corner in a place outside of town&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we'll try to say 'Goodbye' again &lt;goodbye&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's not over, I'll call tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go so why pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on by, wait on the corner&lt;br /&gt;I love you but we're strangers when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Just walk on by, wait on the corner&lt;br /&gt;I love you but we're strangers when we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you but we're strangers when we meet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-3783088462021876538?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/3783088462021876538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=3783088462021876538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/3783088462021876538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/3783088462021876538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-walk-on-by-leroy-van-dyke.html' title='Just Walk On By, Leroy Van Dyke'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-6738899421543028850</id><published>2007-05-20T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:52:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again,  Buck Owens</title><content type='html'>1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/buckowens.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again my tears have stopped falling&lt;br /&gt;The long lonely nights are now at an end&lt;br /&gt;The key to my heart you hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters now we're together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again the grey skies are gone&lt;br /&gt;You're back in my arms now where you belong&lt;br /&gt;The love that I knew is living again&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters now we're together again&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters now we're together again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-6738899421543028850?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/6738899421543028850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=6738899421543028850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/6738899421543028850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/6738899421543028850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/05/together-again-buck-owens.html' title='Together Again,  Buck Owens'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-2360101044540186143</id><published>2007-05-16T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:21:49.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnny cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1965'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>The One on the Right Is on the Left, Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>1965&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Jack Clement (modified for present day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a musical troupe&lt;br /&gt;A picking singing folk group&lt;br /&gt;They sang the mountain ballads&lt;br /&gt;And the folk songs of our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were long on musical ability&lt;br /&gt;Folks thought they would go far&lt;br /&gt;But political incompatibility led to their downfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the one on the right was on the left&lt;br /&gt;And the one in the middle was on the right&lt;br /&gt;And the one on the left was in the middle&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in the rear was a Methodist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This musical aggregation toured the entire nation&lt;br /&gt;Singing the traditional ballads&lt;br /&gt;And the folk songs of our land&lt;br /&gt;They performed with great virtuosity&lt;br /&gt;And soon they were the rage&lt;br /&gt;But political animosity prevailed upon the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the one on the right was on the left&lt;br /&gt;And the one in the middle was on the right&lt;br /&gt;And the one on the left was in the middle&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the curtain had ascended&lt;br /&gt;A hush fell on the crowd&lt;br /&gt;As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land&lt;br /&gt;But they took their politics seriously&lt;br /&gt;And that night at the concert hall&lt;br /&gt;As the audience watched deliriously&lt;br /&gt;They had a free-for-all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the one on the right was on the bottom&lt;br /&gt;And the one in the middle was on the top&lt;br /&gt;And the one on the left got a broken arm&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in the rear, said, 'Oh dear'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group&lt;br /&gt;Don't go mixing politics with the folk songs of our land&lt;br /&gt;Just work on harmony and diction&lt;br /&gt;Play your banjo well&lt;br /&gt;And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the one on the left works in a hedge fund &lt;br /&gt;And the one in the middle drives a truck&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right an all-day talk radio deejay&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in the rear got drafted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Modified the last part, somewhat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-2360101044540186143?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/2360101044540186143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=2360101044540186143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/2360101044540186143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/2360101044540186143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-on-right-is-on-left-johnny-cash.html' title='The One on the Right Is on the Left, Johnny Cash'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-8517604017500709713</id><published>2007-05-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:13:43.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobby bare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1963'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>1963, Five Hundred Miles Away From Home</title><content type='html'>Bobby Bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm five hundred miles away from home&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops fell on mama's note when I read the things she wrote&lt;br /&gt;She said we miss you son we love you come on home&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm five hundred miles away from home&lt;br /&gt;Away from home away from home cold and tired and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm five hundred miles away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the same road I took the day I left home&lt;br /&gt;But it sure looks different now&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I look different too cause time changes everything&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they'll say when they see their boy looking this way&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wonder what they'll say when I get home&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember when I ate it's just thumb and walk and wait&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still five hundred miles away from home&lt;br /&gt;If my luck had been just right I'd be with them all tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still five hundred miles away from home&lt;br /&gt;Away from home away from home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-8517604017500709713?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/8517604017500709713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=8517604017500709713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8517604017500709713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/8517604017500709713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/05/1963-five-hundred-miles-away-from-home.html' title='1963, Five Hundred Miles Away From Home'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-1596219257340674574</id><published>2007-04-28T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T04:25:55.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1968'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glen campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Gentle on My Mind, Glen Campbell</title><content type='html'>Year: 1968&lt;br /&gt;Wtiter: John Hartford&lt;br /&gt;Theme: The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/glencampbell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's knowing that your door is always open&lt;br /&gt;And your path is free to walk&lt;br /&gt;That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;Rolled up and stashed behind your couch&lt;br /&gt;And it's knowing I'm not shackled&lt;br /&gt;By forgotten words and bonds&lt;br /&gt;And the ink stains that have dried upon some line&lt;br /&gt;That keeps you in the back roads&lt;br /&gt;By the rivers of my memory&lt;br /&gt;That keeps you ever gentle on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy&lt;br /&gt;Planted on their columns now that bind me&lt;br /&gt;Or something that somebody said because&lt;br /&gt;They thought we fit together walking&lt;br /&gt;It's just knowing that the world&lt;br /&gt;Will not be cursing or forgiving&lt;br /&gt;When I walk along some railroad track and find&lt;br /&gt;That you're moving on the back roads&lt;br /&gt;By the rivers of my memory&lt;br /&gt;And for hours you're just gentle on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines&lt;br /&gt;And the junkyards and the highways come between us&lt;br /&gt;And some other woman's crying to her mother&lt;br /&gt;'cause she turned and I was gone&lt;br /&gt;I still might run in silence&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy might stain my face&lt;br /&gt;And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;But not to where I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;You walking on the back roads&lt;br /&gt;By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron&lt;br /&gt;In some train yard&lt;br /&gt;My beard a rustling coal pile&lt;br /&gt;And a dirty hat pulled low across my face&lt;br /&gt;Through cupped hands round a tin can&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to hold you to my breast and find&lt;br /&gt;That you're waiting from the back roads&lt;br /&gt;By the rivers of my memory&lt;br /&gt;Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other resources: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentle_On_My_Mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-1596219257340674574?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/1596219257340674574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=1596219257340674574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1596219257340674574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/1596219257340674574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/04/gentle-on-my-mind-glen-campbell.html' title='Gentle on My Mind, Glen Campbell'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-2239148096102792911</id><published>2007-04-04T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T04:44:53.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello walls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1961'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faron young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willie nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Hello Walls, Faron Young, 1961</title><content type='html'>Writer; Willie Nelson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/faronyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, walls -hello-hello&lt;br /&gt;How" d things go for you today&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss her&lt;br /&gt;Since she up and walked a way&lt;br /&gt;And I'll bet you dread to spend&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely night with me&lt;br /&gt;Lonely walls&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, window -hello-hello&lt;br /&gt;Well I see that you're still here&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you lonely&lt;br /&gt;Since our darlin disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Well, look here, is that a teardrop&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of your pane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't you try&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that it's rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went away and left us all alone&lt;br /&gt;The way she planned&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll have to learn to get along&lt;br /&gt;Without her if we can;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, ceiling -hello -hello&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stare at you awhile&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;So won't you bear with me awhile&lt;br /&gt;We must all stick together or else&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feelin&lt;br /&gt;She'll be gone a long, long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-2239148096102792911?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/2239148096102792911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=2239148096102792911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/2239148096102792911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/2239148096102792911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-walls-faron-young-1961.html' title='Hello Walls, Faron Young, 1961'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-4515353957142578353</id><published>2007-03-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:55:15.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1968'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Skip a Rope, Henson Cargill - RIP, 1968</title><content type='html'>Writers: Jack Moran - Glenn D. Tubb&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Henson Cargill, Rest in Peace&lt;br /&gt; February 5, 1941 - March 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a rope skip a rope&lt;br /&gt;Oh listen to the children while they play&lt;br /&gt;Now ain't it kinda funny what the children say&lt;br /&gt;Skip a rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy hates mommy mommy hates dad&lt;br /&gt;Last night you should've heard the fight they had&lt;br /&gt;It gave little sister another bad dream&lt;br /&gt;She woke us all up with a terrible scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a rope skip a rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheat on your taxes don't be a fool&lt;br /&gt;Now what was that they said about the golden rule&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the rule just play to win&lt;br /&gt;And hate your neighbor for the shade of his skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a rope skip a rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stab 'em in the back that's the name of the game&lt;br /&gt;And mommy and daddy are who's to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a rope skip a rope&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to your children while they play&lt;br /&gt;It's really not very funny what the children say&lt;br /&gt;Skip a rope skip a rope&lt;br /&gt;Skip a rope skip a rope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-4515353957142578353?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/4515353957142578353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=4515353957142578353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/4515353957142578353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/4515353957142578353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/03/skip-rope-henson-cargill-rip-1968.html' title='Skip a Rope, Henson Cargill - RIP, 1968'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-116787342696267076</id><published>2007-01-03T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:17:06.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Del Reeves, Girl on the Billboard</title><content type='html'>Del Reeves, Rest in Peace&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1965&lt;br /&gt;Doo da doo doo doo doo da doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the girl wearing nothing but a smile&lt;br /&gt;And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway&lt;br /&gt;Rolling down the highway in my Jimmy hauling freight&lt;br /&gt;From Chicago to St Louis Lord I see her every day&lt;br /&gt;A double clutching weasel like me can hardly ever get a girl to look at him that way&lt;br /&gt;Like the girl wearing nothing but a smile&lt;br /&gt;And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what a girl wearing nothing but a smile&lt;br /&gt;And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway&lt;br /&gt;I bet it wouldn't take her very long to be gone&lt;br /&gt;If someone would pull a dirty trick and take her hot pants away&lt;br /&gt;I slow my Jimmy down to twenty that's how many wrecks I see there every day&lt;br /&gt;Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile&lt;br /&gt;And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doo da doo doo doo doo da doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggone that girl wearing nothing but a smile&lt;br /&gt;And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy headed painter said the girl wasn't real better get the -kwee- on my way&lt;br /&gt;On Route 66 from the billboard to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;You'll find tiny pieces of my heart scattered every which a way&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by the girl wearing nothing but a smile&lt;br /&gt;And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doo da doo doo doo doo da doo doo doo dee da dee dee doo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-116787342696267076?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/116787342696267076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=116787342696267076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/116787342696267076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/116787342696267076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2007/01/del-reeves-girl-on-billboard.html' title='Del Reeves, Girl on the Billboard'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-116346606697282961</id><published>2006-11-13T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:09:43.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Play House, Tammy Wynette</title><content type='html'>Songwriters: Billy Sherrill, Glenn Sutton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/tammy-wynette-175.jpg" alt="Tammy Wynette" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Tammy Wynette&lt;br /&gt;Grammy Award for Best Female&lt;br /&gt;Country Vocal Performance 1968&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sat alone at the window&lt;br /&gt;And I watched our little girl outside at play&lt;br /&gt;With the little boy next door like so many times before&lt;br /&gt;But something didn't seem quite right today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went outside to see what they were doing&lt;br /&gt;And then the teardrops made my eyes grow dim&lt;br /&gt;~Cause I heard him name a game and I hung my head in shame&lt;br /&gt;When I heard our little girl say to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play house; I know it can't be fun&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;And if that's the way it's done&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play house; It makes my Mommy cry&lt;br /&gt;~Cause when she played house&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy said good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play house; I know it can't be fun&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;And if that's the way it's done&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play house; It makes my Mommy cry&lt;br /&gt;~Cause when she played house&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy said good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-116346606697282961?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/116346606697282961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=116346606697282961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/116346606697282961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/116346606697282961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-wanna-play-house-tammy-wynette.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Play House, Tammy Wynette'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-116035191600537290</id><published>2006-10-08T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:08:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom 309 - Red Sovine Ghost Driver</title><content type='html'>The Spirit of Halloween&lt;br /&gt;in Country Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/redsovine-phantom309-200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1967&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Tommy Faile&lt;br /&gt;by Red Sovine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out on the West Coast, trying to make a buck And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck Got tired a roaming and bumming around So I started thumbing back East, toward my home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a lot of miles, the first two days And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pouring down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry and freezing, done caught a chill When the lights of a big semi topped the hill Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two ten He stuck out his hand and said with a grin "Big Joe's the name", I told him mine And he said: "The name of my rig is Phantom 309."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why he called his rig such a name He said: "Son, this old Mack can put em all to shame There ain't a driver, or a rig, a running any line Ain't seen nothing but taillights from Phantom 309."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night When the lights of a truck stop came in sight He said: "I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe." When Joe and his rig roared out in the night In nothing flat, he was clean out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup Told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up ...you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet And the waiter's face turned kinda white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin He said: "Naw, this happens every now and then Every driver in here knows Big Joe But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down There was a bus load of kids, coming from town And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid And gave his life to save that bunch a kids And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line For Big Joe and Phantom 309&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, every now and then, some hiker come by And like you, Big Joe'll give em a ride Here, have another cup and forget about the dime Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-116035191600537290?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/116035191600537290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=116035191600537290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/116035191600537290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/116035191600537290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2006/10/phantom-309-red-sovine-ghost-driver.html' title='Phantom 309 - Red Sovine Ghost Driver'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-116017960472247679</id><published>2006-10-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:06:44.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Song - Ichabot Crane, Sleepy Hollow</title><content type='html'>Singer- Jim Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/jimreeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: A late 50s song dedicated to the&lt;br /&gt;memory of Ichabot Crane. Thank you Mr. Reeves, &lt;b&gt;RIP&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a story of a love and his flame&lt;br /&gt;You've read about him he's Ichabot Crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went a courting one night on his horse&lt;br /&gt;And Sleepy Hollow they both had to cross&lt;br /&gt;While riding and thinking about the girl he would wed&lt;br /&gt;It was there that old Ichabot lost his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across Sleepy Hollow a horseman did follow&lt;br /&gt;And follow and follow poor Ichabot Crane&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to end up like Ichabot Crane&lt;br /&gt;Who lost his head and went up in the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Hollow I'm gonna evade&lt;br /&gt;That was the mistake that poor Ichabot made&lt;br /&gt;I'm a losing my head and starting to burn&lt;br /&gt;Ain't any too smart but I'm willing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't talk me in to a staying out late&lt;br /&gt;That was poor Ichabot's biggest mistake&lt;br /&gt;Across Sleepy Hollow a horseman did follow&lt;br /&gt;And follow and follow poor Ichabot Crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the legend of Sleepy Hollow tis said&lt;br /&gt;The horseman had a pumpkin for a head&lt;br /&gt;My head may be sore and I may not be bright&lt;br /&gt;Just one more little kiss and that's all for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that your kisses will drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;And I'll end up like Ichabot Crane&lt;br /&gt;I'm a heading right home and a jumping in bed&lt;br /&gt;That's the best way I know to hang on to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across Sleepy Hollow your memory will follow&lt;br /&gt;And follow and follow this Ichabot Crane..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-116017960472247679?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-115910429434691074</id><published>2006-09-24T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T06:24:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buck Owens, I've Got a Tiger by the Tail</title><content type='html'>1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/buck-owens-buckaroos-245.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Got A Tiger By The Tail, it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;I won't be much when you get thru with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a losing weight and a turning mighty pale.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've Got A Tiger By The Tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought the day I met you, you were meek as a lamb&lt;br /&gt;Just the kind to fit my dreams and plans.&lt;br /&gt;But now, the pace we're livin' takes the wind from my sails&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like I've Got A Tiger By The Tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Got A Tiger By The Tail, it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;I won't be much when you get thru with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a losing weight and a turning mighty pale.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've Got A Tiger By The Tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, every night you drag me where the bright lights are found &lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way to slow you down&lt;br /&gt;I'm as bout as helpless as a leaf in a gale;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like I've Got A Tiger By The Tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Got A Tiger By The Tail, it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;I won't be much when you get thru' with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a losing weight and a turnin' mighty pale.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've Got A Tiger By The Tail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-115910429434691074?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-115533864636944482</id><published>2006-08-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:24:06.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Top, 1968</title><content type='html'>Singers: The Osborne Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Writers: Boudleaux and Felice Bryant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Later in the 70s The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band &lt;br /&gt;did a cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt; Down in the Tennessee hills&lt;br /&gt;Aint' no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt; Ain't no telephone bills&lt;br /&gt;Once I had a girl on Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt; Half bear, other half cat&lt;br /&gt;Wild as a mink,&lt;br /&gt; but sweet as soda pop&lt;br /&gt;I still dream about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home to me&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once two strangers climbed ol' Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt; Lookin' for a moonshine still&lt;br /&gt;Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt;Reckon they never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home to me&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt; Dirt's too rocky by far&lt;br /&gt;That's why all the folks on Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt; Get their corn from a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home to me&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had years of cramped-up city life&lt;br /&gt; Trapped like a duck in a pen&lt;br /&gt;All I know is it's a pity life&lt;br /&gt; Can't be simple again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home to me&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Rocky Top&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Top Tennessee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-115533864636944482?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/115533864636944482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=115533864636944482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/115533864636944482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/115533864636944482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry, why do I let myself worry?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, what in the world did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crazy , for thinkin' that my love could hold you&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying, and crazy for crying&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crazy for loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, for thinking that my love could hold you&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying, and crazy for crying&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crazy for loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-115523369777655375?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/115523369777655375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=115523369777655375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/STATLER-FLOWERS-WALL-225.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness&lt;br /&gt;But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess&lt;br /&gt;If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none&lt;br /&gt;While you &amp; your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countin' flowers on the wall&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me at all&lt;br /&gt;Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one&lt;br /&gt;Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down&lt;br /&gt;So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine&lt;br /&gt;You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countin' flowers on the wall&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me at all&lt;br /&gt;Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one&lt;br /&gt;Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light&lt;br /&gt;And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete&lt;br /&gt;So I must go back to my room and make my day complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countin' flowers on the wall&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me at all&lt;br /&gt;Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one&lt;br /&gt;Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-115432163200089463?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-115137143231904497</id><published>2006-06-26T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:23:52.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wichita Lineman, Glen Campbell, 1968</title><content type='html'>Writer: Jimmy Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/glencampbell.jpg" align="left"&gt;I am a lineman for the county &lt;br /&gt;And I drive the main road&lt;br /&gt;Searching in the sun for another overload&lt;br /&gt;I hear you singing in the wires &lt;br /&gt;I can hear you through the whine&lt;br /&gt;And the Wichita lineman is still on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need a small vacation &lt;br /&gt;But it don't look like rain&lt;br /&gt;And if it snows that that stretch down south &lt;br /&gt;Won't ever stand the strain&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than want you &lt;br /&gt;And I want you for all time&lt;br /&gt;And the Wichita lineman is still on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than want you &lt;br /&gt;And I want you for all time&lt;br /&gt;And the Wichita lineman is still on the line&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3894" target="_new"&gt;Songfact&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-115137143231904497?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/115137143231904497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=115137143231904497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hurt your finger,&lt;br /&gt;When you go out at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my ring hurt your finger,&lt;br /&gt;When you go out at night?&lt;br /&gt;When I bought it for you, darlin',&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be just right.&lt;br /&gt;Should I take it to the jeweller,&lt;br /&gt;So it won't fit so tight?&lt;br /&gt;Does my ring hurt your finger&lt;br /&gt;When you go out at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy yourself last night, dear?&lt;br /&gt;How was the show?&lt;br /&gt;You know that I don't mind it, when you go.&lt;br /&gt;I understand some times we all need time alone,&lt;br /&gt;But why do you always leave your ring at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my ring hurt your finger,&lt;br /&gt;When your away from me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud when you wear it,&lt;br /&gt;For all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;Should I take it to the jeweller,&lt;br /&gt;So it won't fit so tight?&lt;br /&gt;Does my ring hurt your finger&lt;br /&gt;When you go out at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my ring hurt your finger&lt;br /&gt;When you go out at night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-115124258418474319?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/115124258418474319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=115124258418474319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/115124258418474319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/115124258418474319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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time slips away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your new love I hope that he's doin' fine&lt;br /&gt;I heard you told him that you'd love him till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Now that's the same thing that you told me it seems like just the other day&lt;br /&gt;Gee ain't it funny how time slips away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now guess I'll see you around&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when though never know when I'll be back in town&lt;br /&gt;But remember what I tell you that in time you're gonna pay&lt;br /&gt;And it's surprising how time slips away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Walker, RIP, May 21, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-115063685817060025?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/115063685817060025/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-114756670641538908</id><published>2006-05-13T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:31:46.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballad Of Jed Clampett, 1963</title><content type='html'>Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed&lt;br /&gt;Poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed&lt;br /&gt;Then one day he was shooting for some food,&lt;br /&gt;And up through the ground come a bubbling crude&lt;br /&gt;-Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first thing you know old Jed's a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;Kin folk said Jed move away from there&lt;br /&gt;Said California is the place you oughta be&lt;br /&gt;So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly&lt;br /&gt;-Hills that is, swimming pools, movie stars-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin&lt;br /&gt;They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in&lt;br /&gt;You're all invited back again to this locality&lt;br /&gt;To have a heaping helping of their hospitality&lt;br /&gt;-Beverly Hillbillies, that's what they call 'em now,&lt;br /&gt;Nice folks Y'all come back now, ya hear?-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-114756670641538908?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/114756670641538908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=114756670641538908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SESAC, Eddie Dean-Hal Sothern&lt;br /&gt;1961&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven&lt;br /&gt;--Oh what a beautiful sight--}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narration:&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven. And you know who greeted &lt;br /&gt;me at the gate? The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers. He said &lt;br /&gt;to me, he said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex, the Big Boss of the riders up here has asked me to &lt;br /&gt;kinda show you around. Now, over yonder are a couple of your ole &lt;br /&gt;compadres.&lt;br /&gt; My, was I glad to see them, Carson Robison and the &lt;br /&gt;Mississippi blue yodeler Jimmie Rodgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven&lt;br /&gt;--Oh what a beautiful sight--}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narration:&lt;br /&gt;He introduced me to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with &lt;br /&gt;all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex, step over this way, there are two more of your friends I know &lt;br /&gt;you'll want to see, they're waiting for you." There they were standing &lt;br /&gt;side by side and smiling at me--Hank Williams and Johnny Horton.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing:&lt;br /&gt;I met all the stars in hillbilly heaven&lt;br /&gt;--Oh what a star-studded night--}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narration:&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him who else do you expect in the next, uh, say a hundred &lt;br /&gt;years? He handed me a large book covered with star dust. Will called it &lt;br /&gt;the Big Tally Book. In it were many names and each name was branded in &lt;br /&gt;pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, &lt;br /&gt;Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy &lt;br /&gt;Dean, Andy Griffith, Roy Rogers, Tex Ritter&lt;br /&gt;--What?--)&lt;br /&gt;Tex Ritter? Oh, well, that's when I woke up, and I'm sorry I did, because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven&lt;br /&gt;--Oh what a beautiful sight--}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-114731521927290770?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/114731521927290770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=114731521927290770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/114731521927290770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/114731521927290770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dreamed-of-hillbilly-heaven-1961.html' title='I Dreamed of a Hillbilly Heaven 1961'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-114548465504762047</id><published>2006-04-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:23:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waltz Across Texas, Ernest Tubb, 1965</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/ernest-tubb-175.jpg" align="left"&gt;When we dance together, my world's in disguise&lt;br /&gt;It's a fairy land tale that's come true&lt;br /&gt;And when you look at me with those stars in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I could waltz across Texas with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waltz across Texas with you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Waltz across Texas with you&lt;br /&gt;Like a storybook ending, I'm lost in your charms&lt;br /&gt;And I could waltz across Texas with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartaches and troubles are just up and gone&lt;br /&gt;The moment that you come in view&lt;br /&gt;And with your hand in mine, dear, I could dance all night long&lt;br /&gt;I could waltz across Texas with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waltz across Texas with you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Waltz across Texas with you&lt;br /&gt;Like a storybook ending, I'm lost in your charms&lt;br /&gt;And I could waltz across Texas with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-114548465504762047?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-114533011102860592</id><published>2006-04-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:15:11.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Iron, Marty Robbins, 1960</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/small-marty-robbins.jpg" align="left"&gt;To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day&lt;br /&gt;Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say&lt;br /&gt;No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip&lt;br /&gt;for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;Big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning when he rode into the town&lt;br /&gt;He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around&lt;br /&gt;He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip&lt;br /&gt;And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red&lt;br /&gt;Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead&lt;br /&gt;He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four&lt;br /&gt;And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more&lt;br /&gt;One and nineteen more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around&lt;br /&gt;Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town&lt;br /&gt;He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead&lt;br /&gt;And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red&lt;br /&gt;After Texas Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red&lt;br /&gt;But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead&lt;br /&gt;Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip&lt;br /&gt;Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;Big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet&lt;br /&gt;It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street&lt;br /&gt;Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath&lt;br /&gt;They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death&lt;br /&gt;About to meet his death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play&lt;br /&gt;And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today&lt;br /&gt;Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped&lt;br /&gt;And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;Big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round&lt;br /&gt;There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip&lt;br /&gt;When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;Big iron on his hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big iron Big iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-114533011102860592?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/114533011102860592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=114533011102860592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/114533011102860592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/114533011102860592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;The gray skies are gone&lt;br /&gt;You're back in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Now where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that I knew&lt;br /&gt;Is living again&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;We're together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;We're together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buck Owens, Rest in Peace (RIP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;August 12, 1929 - March 25, 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-114333664478198434?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/114333664478198434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=114333664478198434' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;1967 Tree Publishing BMI&lt;br /&gt;Capitol ST-2789&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold my head up&lt;br /&gt;and be proud of who I am&lt;br /&gt;but they won't let my secret go untold.&lt;br /&gt;I paid the debt I owed them&lt;br /&gt;but they're still not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;now I'm a branded man out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they let me out of prison&lt;br /&gt;I held my head up high&lt;br /&gt;Determined I would rise above the shame.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter where I'm living&lt;br /&gt;the black mark follows me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm branded with a number on my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold my head up&lt;br /&gt;and be proud of who I am&lt;br /&gt;but they won't let my secret go untold.&lt;br /&gt;I payed the debt them&lt;br /&gt;but they're still not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;now I'm a branded man out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I live to be a hundred&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never clear my name&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody knows I've been in jail.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I'm living&lt;br /&gt;I've got to tell them where I've been&lt;br /&gt;or they'll send me back to prison if I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold my head up&lt;br /&gt;and be proud of who I am&lt;br /&gt;but they won't let my secret go untold.&lt;br /&gt;I paid the debt I owed them&lt;br /&gt;but they're still not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a branded man out in the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-113849400746765160?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/113849400746765160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=113849400746765160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;A statue of a fool made of stone&lt;br /&gt;An image of a man who let love slip through his hands&lt;br /&gt;And then just let him stand there all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there on his face a gold tear should be placed&lt;br /&gt;To honor the million tears he's cried&lt;br /&gt;And the hurt in his eyes would show so everyone would know&lt;br /&gt;Concealed is a broken heart inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So build a statue and oh build it high so that all can see&lt;br /&gt;Then inscribe the World's Greatest Fool and name it after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writer: Jan Crutchfield&lt;br /&gt;copyright 1962 Sure Fire Music - BMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-113673360360432776?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-113432088504893384</id><published>2005-12-11T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:08:05.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a Day, Connie Smith, 1965</title><content type='html'>When you found somebody new I thought I never would&lt;br /&gt;Forget you for I thought then I never could&lt;br /&gt;But time has taken all the pains away until now I'm down to hurtin' once a day&lt;br /&gt;Once a day all day long and once a night from dusk till dawn&lt;br /&gt;The only time I wish you weren't gone is once a day every day all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luma-electronic.cz/lp/s/Connie/connie_cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I'm not like a girl I knew one time&lt;br /&gt;She lost the one she loved then slowly lost her mind&lt;br /&gt;She sat around and cried her life away lucky me I'm only crying once a day&lt;br /&gt;Once a day all day long...&lt;br /&gt;Once a day every day all day long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-113432088504893384?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/113432088504893384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=113432088504893384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/113432088504893384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/113432088504893384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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your love on the tips of my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;But I let it slip right through my hands,&lt;br /&gt;but I let it slip right through my hands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody took you when I wasn't looking,&lt;br /&gt;And I should have known right from the start,&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long way from the tips of my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;To the love hidden deep in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;To the love hidden deep in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-112199448071657983?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/112199448071657983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=112199448071657983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/kenny-rogers-1st-edition-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;(1968)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair,&lt;br /&gt;Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;The shadows on the wall tell me the sun is going down,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't me that started that old crazy Asian war,&lt;br /&gt;But I was proud to go and do my patriotic chore,&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's true that I'm not the man I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ruby, I still need some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralyzed,&lt;br /&gt;And the wants and needs of a woman your age really I realize,&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be long, I've heard them say, until I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving now cause I just heard the slamming of the door,&lt;br /&gt;The way I know I heard its slams one hundred times before,&lt;br /&gt;And if I could move I'd get my gun and put her in the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ruby, for God's sake, turn around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111604724281671643?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111604724281671643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111604724281671643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111604724281671643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111604724281671643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-take-your-love-to-town-kenny.html' title='Don&apos;t Take Your Love to Town, Kenny Rogers'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-111578283507889119</id><published>2005-05-10T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:44:03.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Me, I'm Falling, Hank Locklin</title><content type='html'>Please help me I'm falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Close the door to temptation don't let me walk thru&lt;br /&gt;For I should't want you&lt;br /&gt;But darling I do&lt;br /&gt;Please help me I'm falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Please help me falling and that would be sin&lt;br /&gt;Close the door to temptation don't let me walk in&lt;br /&gt;Turn away from me darling&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you true&lt;br /&gt;Please help me I'm falling in love with you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Hank a decade later, in the 70s.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Got this from the Cohen collection that was on Ebay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/HANKLOCKLIN.jpg" alt="Hank Locklin 70s"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111578283507889119?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111578283507889119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-111482766791492525</id><published>2005-04-29T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:21:07.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Blossom Special, Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/cash-orange-special-175.jpg" align="left" alt="Johnny Cash, Orange Blossom Special"&gt;(1965)&lt;br /&gt;Look a-yonder comin'&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down that railroad track&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look a-yonder comin'&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down that railroad track&lt;br /&gt;It's the Orange Blossom Special&lt;br /&gt;Bringin' my baby back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going down to Florida&lt;br /&gt;And get some sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Californy&lt;br /&gt;And get some sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special&lt;br /&gt;And lose these New York blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say man, when you going back to Florida?"&lt;br /&gt;"When am I goin' back to Florida?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, don't reckon I ever will."&lt;br /&gt;"Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey talk about a-ramblin'&lt;br /&gt;She's the fastest train on the line&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a-travellin'&lt;br /&gt;She's the fastest train on the line&lt;br /&gt;It's that Orange Blossom Special&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' down the seaboard line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111482766791492525?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111482766791492525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-111438472927393827</id><published>2005-04-24T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:18:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Tried, Merle Haggard, 1968</title><content type='html'>First thing I remember knowing was that lonesome whistle blowing&lt;br /&gt;And a young man's dream of growing up to ride&lt;br /&gt;On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound&lt;br /&gt;No-one could change my mind but mama tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and only railroad child, from a family meek and mild&lt;br /&gt;Mama seemed to know what lay in store&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all my Sunday learning towards the bad I kept on turning&lt;br /&gt;Mama couldn't hold me any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turned twenty one in prison doing life without parole&lt;br /&gt;No-one could steer me right but mama tried&lt;br /&gt;Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied&lt;br /&gt;That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load&lt;br /&gt;She tried so very hard to fill his shoes&lt;br /&gt;Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best&lt;br /&gt;She tried to raise me right but I refused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turned twenty one in prison doing life without parole&lt;br /&gt;No-one could steer me right but mama tried&lt;br /&gt;Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied&lt;br /&gt;That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111438472927393827?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111438472927393827/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-111249648950118220</id><published>2005-04-02T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:24:11.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop a Top, Jim Ed Brown</title><content type='html'>(1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop a top again I've just got time for one more round&lt;br /&gt;Set 'em up my friend then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like for you to listen to a joke I heard today&lt;br /&gt;From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away&lt;br /&gt;I tried to smile and did awhile but it felt so out of place&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hear of a clown with teardrops streaming down his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop a top again I think I'll have another round&lt;br /&gt;Another one my friend then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to me is misery and here I'm wasting time&lt;br /&gt;Cause a row of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But then you see her leaving me is not what I prefer&lt;br /&gt;So it's either here a drinking beer or home remembering her&lt;br /&gt;Pop a top again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111249648950118220?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111249648950118220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111249648950118220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111249648950118220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bum's rush is on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I had the money honey, things were just fine &lt;br /&gt;You spent my money like I was a mine &lt;br /&gt;But now you mistreat me 'cause my money is gone &lt;br /&gt;So gold-diggin' Mama, you can start moving' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shoveled out the sweet talk when the pay dirt was big &lt;br /&gt;Now all you shovel out is just a dirty dig &lt;br /&gt;Well, stop digging honey 'cause you're wasting your time &lt;br /&gt;This old gravy train is at the end of the line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! the gold rush is over so honey bye bye &lt;br /&gt;Stake out your claim now on some other guy &lt;br /&gt;I've wined you and dined you 'til my money is gone &lt;br /&gt;But the gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been out prospecting all around on the side &lt;br /&gt;But this old mule now, has had his last ride &lt;br /&gt;So start walkin' woman 'cause your grubstake is gone &lt;br /&gt;The gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! the gold rush is over so honey bye bye &lt;br /&gt;Stake out your claim now on some other guy &lt;br /&gt;I've wined you and dined you 'til my money is gone &lt;br /&gt;But the gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111196964634603370?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111196964634603370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111196964634603370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111196964634603370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my pocket&lt;br /&gt;In his tin cup I did drop it&lt;br /&gt;I heard him say as I made my retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"&lt;br /&gt;"May an elephant caress you with his toes"&lt;br /&gt;"May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose"&lt;br /&gt;"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laundry man is really on his toes&lt;br /&gt;Found a hundred-dollar bill among my clothes&lt;br /&gt;When he called me I came a-runnin'&lt;br /&gt;Gave him back his dime for phonin'&lt;br /&gt;I heard him sayin' as I turned to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"&lt;br /&gt;"May an elephant caress you with his toes"&lt;br /&gt;"May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose"&lt;br /&gt;"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was way behind one day to catch the train&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver said "We'll make it just the same"&lt;br /&gt;The speed cop made it with us&lt;br /&gt;And as he wrote out the ticket&lt;br /&gt;I stood by politely a-waitin' for my change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"&lt;br /&gt;"May an elephant caress you with his toes"&lt;br /&gt;"May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose"&lt;br /&gt;"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111147266390134881?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111147266390134881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111147266390134881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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King.&lt;br /&gt;From loneliness to a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;I played a Ace and I won a Queen&lt;br /&gt;And walked away with your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Jack to a King.&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets, I stacked the cards last night&lt;br /&gt;And Lady Luck played her hand just right&lt;br /&gt;You made me King of your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just a little while, I thought that I might lose again&lt;br /&gt;Then just in time, I saw the twinkle in your eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Jack to a King&lt;br /&gt;From loneliness to a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;I played a Ace and I won a Queen&lt;br /&gt;You made me King of your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just a little while, I thought that I might lose again&lt;br /&gt;Then just in time, I saw the twinkle in your eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Jack to a King.&lt;br /&gt;From loneliness to a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;I played a Ace and I won a Queen&lt;br /&gt;You made me King of your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111138610162640944?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111138610162640944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111138610162640944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111138610162640944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111138610162640944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2005/03/from-jack-to-king-ned-miller.html' title='From a Jack to a King, Ned Miller'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-111093657033195013</id><published>2005-03-15T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:29:30.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry, Brenda Lee</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, so sorry&lt;br /&gt;That I was such a fool&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Love could be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Are part of being young&lt;br /&gt;But that don't right&lt;br /&gt;The wrong that's been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, So sorry&lt;br /&gt;Please accept my apology&lt;br /&gt;But love is blind&lt;br /&gt;And I was to blind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Are part of being young&lt;br /&gt;But that don't right&lt;br /&gt;The wrong that's been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, so sorry&lt;br /&gt;Please accept my apology&lt;br /&gt;But love was blind&lt;br /&gt;And I was too blind to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111093657033195013?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111093657033195013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111093657033195013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111093657033195013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man&lt;br /&gt;But he called me "That son of a Saginaw fisherman."&lt;br /&gt;And not good enough to claim his daughter's hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm up here in Alaska looking around for gold&lt;br /&gt;Like a crazy fool I'm a digging in this frozen ground, so cold&lt;br /&gt;But with each new day I pray I'll strike it rich and then&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back home and claim my love in Saginaw, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my love in Saginaw, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;I said "Honey, I'm a coming home, please wait for me"&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell your dad, I'm coming back a richer man&lt;br /&gt;I've hit the biggest strike in Klondyke history." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad met me in Saginaw, Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a great big party with champagne.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "Son, you're wise, young ambitious man.&lt;br /&gt;Will you sell your father-in-law your Klondyke claim?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's up there in Alaska digging in the cold, cold ground.&lt;br /&gt;The greedy fool is a looking for the gold I never found.&lt;br /&gt;It serves him right and no-one here is missing him.&lt;br /&gt;Least of all the newly-weds of Saginaw, Michigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the happiest man and wife in Saginaw, Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;He's ashamed to show his face in Saginaw, Michigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111093592456147080?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111093592456147080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111093592456147080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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I see you again.&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;How can I be just your friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to act like we've never kissed.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to forget, pretend we've never met.&lt;br /&gt;And I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;You walk by and I fall to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Each time someone speaks your name.&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Time only adds to the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to find someone else to love,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll love me too, the way you used to do.&lt;br /&gt;But each time I go out with some one new,&lt;br /&gt;You walk by and I fall to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk by and I fall to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111085799377291230?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-111075211950051752</id><published>2005-03-13T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T14:15:19.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still, as sung by Bill Anderson (1963)</title><content type='html'>{Still} though you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;{Still} though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you still&lt;br /&gt;{Still} after all this time&lt;br /&gt;{Still} you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I love you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost count of the hours &lt;br /&gt;and I've lost track of the days &lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've lost just about everything &lt;br /&gt;Since you went away &lt;br /&gt;Everything, that is, except the memories you left me&lt;br /&gt;And that's one thing that no one can marr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you're with &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where you've gone &lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that some day you might hear this song &lt;br /&gt;And you'll know that I wrote it especially for you &lt;br /&gt;And I love you, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Still} after all this time&lt;br /&gt;{Still} you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I love you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flame in my heart is like an eternal fire &lt;br /&gt;For every day it burns hotter &lt;br /&gt;And every day it burns higher &lt;br /&gt;And I haven't been able to put out one little flicker &lt;br /&gt;Not even with all of these tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends think I'm crazy and maybe I am &lt;br /&gt;But I'll carry this torch just as long as I can &lt;br /&gt;for some day, you might just decide to come home &lt;br /&gt;and I want you to know &lt;br /&gt;I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Still} though you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;{Still} though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111075211950051752?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/feeds/111075211950051752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11424937&amp;postID=111075211950051752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111075211950051752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11424937/posts/default/111075211950051752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com/2005/03/still-as-sung-by-bill-anderson-1963.html' title='Still, as sung by Bill Anderson (1963)'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11424937.post-111075164910216109</id><published>2005-03-13T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T14:07:29.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music Top Hits from the 1960s</title><content type='html'>This blog will have the lyrics of&lt;br /&gt;the country music songs from the 1960s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11424937-111075164910216109?l=country-music-top-hits-1960s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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