Please Don't Talk About Me When I'm Gone

lease don't talk about me when I'm gone
Tho' our friendship ceases from now on
And if you can't say anything that's nice
It's better not to talk at all is my advice

We're parting you go your way I'll go mine it's best that we do
Here's a kiss I hope that this brings lots of luck to you
And it makes no difference how I carry on
Please don't talk about me when I'm gone
[ fiddle ]
We're parting you go your way...
Please don't talk about me...
We're parting you go your way...
Please don't talk about me when I'm gone

Please Don't Tell Me How The Story Ends

This could be our last good night together we may never
pass this way again
Just let me enjoy it till it's over or forever
Please don't tell me how the story ends
See the way our shadows come together softer than your
fingers on my skin
Someday these may be all we remember of each other
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Never's just the echo of forever
Lonesome as the love that might have been
Let me go on loving and believing till it's over
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Please don't tell me how the story ends

Poncho And Lefty

Living on the road my friend
was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you were your skin like iron
and your breath's as hard as kerosene

You weren't your mama's only boy
but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
and sank into your dreams

Poncho was a bandit boy his horse
was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
for all the honest world to feel

Poncho met his match you know
on the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' words
ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federales say
they could've had him any day
We only let him slip away
out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
all night long like he used to
The dust that Poncho bit down south
ended up in Lefty's mouth

Day they laid poor Poncho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
there ain't nobody knows

All the Federales say
they could've had him any day
We only let him slip away
out of kindness I suppose

(instrumental)

The poets tell how Poncho fell
and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
and so the story ends we're told

Poncho needs your prayers it's true
but save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
and now he's growing old

(All the Federales say
they could've had him any day)
We only let him slip away
out of kindness I suppose

A few Federales say
could've had him any day
We only let him go so long
out of kindness I suppose

Precious Memories

Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.
As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.

Pressure Drop

It is you, oh yeah
It is you, oh yeah
I said a pressure drop,
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong
Now when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
That you were doin' it wrong and how
I said when it drops
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' it wrong
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' wrong
Now when it drops, drop
Feel it
You make the wrong move
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been it doin' wrong
I said, pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Now when it drops on your dirty little head
Where you gonna go?
It's you, you, you
When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it
What you're doing is wrong, wrong, wrong
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure...
I said a pressure drop

Pretend I Never Happened

Just pretend I never happened erase me from your mind
You will not want to remember any love as cold as mine

I'll be leaving in the morning for a place I hope I find
All the place must be better than the ones I leave behind
I don't suppose you'll be unhappy you'll find ways to spend your time
But if you ever think about me and if I ever cross your mind
Just pretend I never happened...
[ ac.guitar ]
I don't suppose you'll be unhappy...
Just pretend I never happened...
You will not want to remember any love as cold as mine

Pretty Paper

Pretty paper pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write I love you pretty paper pretty ribbons of blue

Crowded streets busy feet hustle by you downtown shoppers Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk hoping that you won't pass him by
Should you stop better not much too busy better hurry my how time does fly
And in the distance the ringing of laughter and in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper pretty ribbons of blue...
Oh oh pretty paper pretty ribbons of blue

Pride Wins Again

One time she loved you
And though you still feel the same
Love is always the loser
When pride plays the game

She would never admit she was wrong
And you just couldn't give in
Now you both are losers
And pride wins again

She would never admit that she was wrong
And you just couldn't give in
Now you both are losers
And pride wins again

Put Another Log On The Fire (male Chauvinist Natio )

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're
sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Put Me On A Train Back To Texas

I've been on the road most all of my life,
Traveled from coast to coast.
In search of some pleasures and treasures and things.
Whatever pleased me the most.
Like bandanas and blue jeans and old cowboy clothes,
That bring back an old country song,
About rough rides and red-eyes and old broken bones,
And railroad tracks running back home.

Put me on a train back to Texas.
I've been where the highwaymen roam.
Put me on a train back to Texas.
Wake me up when we reach San Antone:
Wake me up when we reach San Antone.

Mamma says home's where the heart is,
Like Bob Wills said in a poem.
Well, my heart is there, in the middle of Texas,
Beside the old Alamo.
Like my broken-in saddle and old leather boots,
I'm worn but I'm still going strong.
Cowboys can tell when the seasons are changing,
And I think it's time to move on.

Put me on a train back to Texas.
I've been where the highwaymen roam.
Put me on a train back to Texas.
Wake me up when we reach San Antone
Wake me up when we reach San Antone.