Тексты песен «George Jones»

Please release me, let me go 'Cause I don't love you anymore And to live without love is a sin So release me and let me love again I have found a new love, dear And I'll always want him near His lips are warm while...

Well I was standin' in the tavern a-feelin' blue My foot on the rail, just a-thinkin' 'bout you But I won't be blue all day Because relief - is just a swallow away Well I've been blue before and I will again I'll drown...

Old heart it's finally over It ended with the dawn Last night she packed her things to go This morning she was gone. It's ashame you had to lose her 'Cause you loved and held her dear But she can't break you anymore...

Well, I was sent to a place in North Carolina To check up on a moonshine still When I got there to my suprise I could see a little light on the hill Well, the fire was glowing and really I was knowing I was really hot...

Well, I was sent to a place in North Carolina To check up on a moonshine still When I got there to my surprise I could see a little light on the hill Well, the fire was a glowing and really I was knowing I was really...

It never crossed my miind that we'd end up like this tonight We were sitting there exchangin' glances It started with a smile, lights were low and we talked awhile And a drink or two and a few slow dances Now here we...

So many times she has cheated And settled me down with her charms It's easy to see how she's done me But right now I'd come back and melt in her arms. Doing without her ain't easy, time didn't make me forget Tonight...

RIGHT WON'T TOUCH A HAND WRITER EARL MONTGOMERY Copyright 1971 The wind blows Sunday papers by my feet As I walk down this cold and lonely street My hands searched through my pockets for a dime While the memory of you...

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail train comes back An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms I ain't gonna work on the railroad (You ain't gonna work...

[tempo increases with each verse] Roll in my sweet baby's arms Roll in my sweet baby's arms I'll lay around this shack 'Til the mail tain comes back An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms I ain't gonna work on the...

Well, I'm a write a little letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ Yes, it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today You know my temperature's risin' And a jukebox...

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I ain't gonna work on the railroad And I ain't gonna work on...

George Jones & Melba Montgomery Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I ain't gonna work on the...

Roly Poly, eatin' corn n' 'taters, Hungry ev'ry minute of the day; Roly Poly, gnawin' on a biscuit, Long as he can chew it, it's okay. He can eat an apple pie, An' never even bat an eye, He likes everything from soup...

Rosie's the barmate at Bret Wilson's Tavern That's where I'll be all night long She pours me my label and sits at my table And hums me a honky tonk song. Rosie don't go to the PTA meetings And the preacher has not seen...

You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair Ruby, are you contemplating going out somewhere? The shadows on the wall tell me the sun is going down Ruby, don't take your love to town It wasn't me...

Now when the big bad wolf got in grandma's house And Little Red Riding Hood was scared as a mouse Well, just like her I'm scared through and through That some two-legged wolf'll run away with you So run 'em off No use...

Well, you and your true love have parted And you left her all alone Don't tell the kids until it's to late Just say that the fault was your own. Run boy as fast as you can Back to the one who loves only you Tell her...

On the bank of the river stood Running Bear, young Indian brave On the other side of the river stood his lovely Indian maid Little White Dove was her name, such a lovely sight to see But their tribes fought with each...

I was born in Saginaw, Michigan I grew up in a house on Saginaw Bay My dad was a poor, hard-working Saginaw fisherman Too many times he came home with too little pay. I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan The daughter of...