Good Times

When I ran to the store with a penny,
And when youth was abundant and plenty,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.

When I rolled rubber tires in the driveway,
Pulled a purse, on a string, 'cross the highway,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.

Good times are comin', hummin', mmm
Good times are comin', hummin', mmm

Go to school, fight a war, workin' steady,
Meet a girl, fall in love, 'fore I'm ready,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.

Here I sit with a drink and a memory,
But I'm not cold, I'm not wet, and I'm not hungry,
So, classify these as good times.
Good times.

Good times are comin', hummin', mmm
Good times
Good times are comin', hummin', mmm

Good Timing Man

A long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way
the good life he promised ain't what she's been living today
but she never complains of bad times and the bad things he's done
she just talks about the good they've had
and all the good times to come

Chorus:
she's a good hearted woman in love with her good timin' man
she loves him in spite of his wicked ways she don't understand
through teardrops and laughter
they'll pass through this world hand in hand
this good hearted woman lovin' her good timin' man

He likes the bright lights the night life
and the good timin' friends
and when the party's all over she'll welcome him back home again
lord she don't understand but she does the very best that she can
she's a good hearted woman lovin' her good timin' man

Gotta Serve Somebody

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might be a rock'n' roll adict prancing on the stage
Might have money and drugs at your commands, women in a cage
You may be a business man or some high degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be an young turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody's landlord you might even own banks.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be working in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Jimmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say.

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Gotta Walk Alone

I gotta walk alone
My sweetheart's gone
Nobody here loves me now
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

All the friends I knew
By two and two
Have left me one by one
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

Don't know where
Don't even care
I just keep walking on and on

All the friends I knew
By two and two
Have left me one by one
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

Don't know where
Don't even care
I just keep walking on and on

All the friends I knew
By two and two
Have left me one by one
It's a long and lonesome road
I've got to walk alone

Graceland

The Mississippi Delta was shining like a National guitar
I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm going to Graceland Graceland in Memphis Tennessee I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that as if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed she way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart everybody feels the wind blow
I'm going to Graceland Graceland in Memphis Tennessee I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland
My traveling companions are ghosts and empty sockets ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland

There is a girl in Austin Texas and she calls herself the human trampoline
Sometimes when I'm falling flying tumbling in turmoil I say this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love ss like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart everybody feels the wind blow
And I'm going to Graceland in Memphis Tennessee I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend every love every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland
Oh oh Graceland I'm going to Graceland

Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning.
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well.
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning,
She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast,
Might fall on a piece of glass,
Might be snaked there in that grass,"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands sooth the local unwed mother
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands used to lift her face and tell her,
She'd say, "Baby Grandma understands,
That you really loved that man,
Put yourself in Jesus' hands."
Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy.
Grandma's hands p***** me up each time I fell.
Grandma's hands, boy the really came in handy
She'd say, "Mattie don't you whip that boy.
What you want to spank him for?
He didn't drop no apple core,"
But I don't have Grandma anymore,
If I get to heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands.
I'll look for Grandma
Um, mm, mm.
Grandma's hands

Guitar In The Corner

There's a guitar in the corner
That used to have a song
I would hold it while it played me
And I would sing along

There was a happy song about her
Loving me like I loved her
But the strings no longer ring
And things are not the way they were

Now when I need a song
My mind goes back where I belong
When I'm not there
And the future is not clear
And the past is just a smoke ring in the air

And that guitar in the corner
Just waits there by the wall
Standing guard and thinking
A new song might come to call
And free us from this minor key
That we both been living in
And will pick up where we left off
And play some songs again

Now when I need a song
My mind goes back where I belong
I'm not there and the future is not clear
And the past is just a smoke ring in the air

That guitar in the corner
Just waits there by the wall
Standing guard and thinking
A new song might come to call
And free us from this minor key
That we've both been living in
And we look it up where we left off
And play some songs again

There's a guitar in the corner
That used to have our songs
I would hold it when I played it
And I would sing along

Guitars That Won't Stay In Tune

Well I grew up lean and hungry,
I worked hard for my money,
Said I'm gonna live my life the way I please.
Spent some time on the road of life,
Saw an angel once and the devil twice,
I came across some things that I don't need.

Like a cold-hearted woman,
Whiskey in my water,
And only one way out of a motel room.
Payments on the Cadillac,
And too many questions.
And old guitars that just won't stay in tune.

You know there's good and bad breaks,
You learn from your mistakes.
It's all in how you handle them do's and don'ts.
A hillbilly boy is hard to convince,
Wild and stubborn and not much sense.
But I've got enough to know what I don't want.

Like a cold-hearted woman,
Whiskey in my water,
And only one way out of a motel room.
Payments on the Cadillac,
And too many questions.
And old guitars that just won't stay in tune.
And old guitars that just won't stay in tune.

Half A Heart

I don't love you like I used to but I'm afraid to tell you so
I've got half a head to leavin' you but only half a heart to go
The words to tell you just won't come to me I guess my courage is too slow
I've got half a mind to leavin' you but only half a heart to go
[ guitar ]
Time will tell me that would not be too late there's one thing I need to know
I've got half a mind to leavin' you but only half a heart to go
But only half a heart to go

Half A Man

If I'd only had one arm to hold you better yet if I had none at all
Then I wouldn't have two arms that ache for you there'd be one less mem'ry to recall
If I'd only had one ear to listen to the lies that you told to me
Then I more closely resemble the half a man that you've made of me
[strings + piano]
If I'd only had one leg to stand on then how much how much truer picture you'd see
For then I more closely resemble the half a man that you've made of me