Тексты песен «David Allan Coe»

How do you spell relief? I get D-R-U-N-K Lately Dave since my baby left me I do it almost every day It's the only thing that I've found That'll take the hurt away Well how do you spell relief John? I get D-R-U-N-K...

By David Allan Coe SPOKEN USED TO GO WITH MY GRANDPA UP TO THE TOWN SQUARE, SET HIM DOWN UP THERE ON A PICNIC BENCH AND HE USED TO PLAY CHECKERS WITH THEM OTHER OLD MEN UP THERE. THEY USED TO TELL STORIES BOUT WHEN...

Betty drove the semi she pulled up to the pump I thought I wanted a Coca-Cola and I started out on the jump She said hold it Dave come quick there's something you gotta see That man had got a dancing bear tied up to...

Betty drove the semi she pulled up to the pump I thought I wanted a Coca-Cola and I started out on the jump She said hold it Dave come quick there's something you gotta see That man had got a dancing bear tied up to...

By: David Allan Coe and Larry Murray BETTY DROVE THE SEMI, SHE PULLED UP TO THE PUMP I THOUGHT I WANTED A COCA-COLA AND I STARTED OUT ON THE JUMP SHE SAID, "HOLD IT DAVE, COME QUICK, THERE'S SOMETHING YOU GOT TO SEE...

Dear penis, I don't think i like you anymore, You used to watch me shave, Now all ya do is stare at the floor, Oh dear penis, I don't like you anymore. It used to be you and me, A paper towel and a dirty magazine,...

By Guy Clark AND I'D SING THE RED RIVER VALLEY AND HE'D SIT IN THE KITCHEN AND CRY RUN HIS FINGERS THROUGH SEVENTY YEARS OF LIVING' WONDERING, LORD, HAS EVERY WELL I DRILLED RAN DRY WE WERE FRIENDS, ME AND THAT OLD MAN...

I'd sing the Red River Valley and he'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' Wonder Lord has every well I drilled ran dry We were friends me and that old man Like desperados waiting...

The Devil went to Jamaica He was looking to sell some weed He was doin' fine, they were standing in line It was excellent weed indeed. When he came across a young man who was likewise peddling pot And the devil slid...

The devil went to Jamaica He was looking to sell some weed He was doin' fine They were standin' in line It was excellent weed indeed When he came across a young man Who was likewise peddling pot And the devil slid down...

By David Allan Coe IT WAS TOO COLD TO STAY IN THE NORTH AND LA SEEMED THE MOST LIKELY PLACE I COULD STAY THOSE MALIBU NIGHTS AND THOSE HOLLYWOOD LIGHTS WERE BLINDING ME I LONG FOR A LOVER TO HELP ME DISCOVER THE KEY TO...

By David Allan Coe & Skeet Petty Dedicated to Meme Broussard Coe for love and devotion through it all, To Cherie for the hospital care and Nancy for cooking my meals, and Debbie for leaving and giving me a chance to be...

On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long Now the women folk they...

Take the jib sail down boys take the jib sail down Turn this ship around boys before we run aground The fish aren't bitin' today boys fish aren't bitin' today I'm gonna lay on my bunk and get drunk as a sunk cause the...

The last verse was the hardest the hardest to get through This verse for old lost lovers this song I wrote for you She's at the point of no return there's no more candles left to burn She's broken every chain that bound...

The last verse was the hardest the hardest to get through This verse for old lost lovers this song I wrote for you She's at the point of no return there's no more candles left to burn She's broken every chain that bound...

Far across the deep blue waters lives an old German's daughter On the banks of the old River Rhine Where I loved her and left her now I can't forget her she is my pretty Fraulein Fraulein Fraulein walk down by the river...

By: David Allan Coe I NEVER MEANT TO LEAVE HER, MY INTENTIONS WERE TO STAY IT WASN'T NOTHING SHE HAD DONE OR NOTHING SHE COULD SAY TO CHANGE THIS OLD FAMILIAR FEELING THAT MAKES CHILLS RUN THROUGH MY SKIN 'LESS SHE...

I'm a cosmic cowboy A big time player I like Pantera, Kid Rock, and Slayer I like Ice-T the rapper I mean When it comes to drinkin' I like Jim Beam I play well strung guitars with a rebel flag But I don't wear make-up...

When I was a little boy Daddy used to say to me son We got a lotta land And a lotta hard work to be done Go get your marbles put 'em in the house Tear down your castles in the sand Come with your pappy to the cotton...