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There was only me and her and him
The bar was taking last call
So
I thought I'd move on in
I was slick and feeling like a man
So I took the stool between them
And ordered one more
round
For me and her…and him
I laid my arm across the back of her bar stool
Don't remember what I said
But
at the time it sounded cool
She just pushed her drink away and never looked at me
She paid her tab, tipped the man
And
left me sitting there
Alone…with him
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He said, "There's girls, there's women and there's ladies
There's
yesses there’s no’s and there’s maybes
There's teasing and pleasing
They start learning when they're
babies
There's girls, there's women and there's ladies"
He pushed his old straw hat back and he grinned
"Ain't
they all mysteries
And, sonny, it's a sin
They're all sitting on the world
We're trying to win
But, Lord, I love
a mystery
So let's drink another round
To you and me … and them"
(Repeat Chorus)
I
love all the girls, woman and ladies
Divers Do It Deeper
It was too cold to stay
And the north of LA seemed
The most unlikely
place I could be
Those Malibu nights
And those Hollywood nights
Were blinding me
I longed for a lover
To
help me discover
The key that would unlock loves door
While diving the reefs
Lord she changed my believes
As
we made love on the ocean floor
And she whispered
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers
always make it just a little bit stronger
Sailors do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But cowboys stay in the sattle
Just a little bit longer
I moved from LA
For a good job with pay
Riding range for the Double Bar J
Till
the rodeo came and I put in my name
For the bull riding contest that day
The judges were watching but they never notice
The girl standing next to my shoot
She picked me to win I could tell by her grin
As she reached out and petted
my boot
And she said
Divers do it deeper
Pilots do it higher
Bricklayers always make it just a little
bit stronger
Doctors do it cleaner
Bikers do it meaner
Cowboys stay in the saddle
Just a little bit longer
Divers do it deeper
Jockeys do it shorter
Bricklayers always make it just a little bit stronger
Sailors
do it wetter
Soldiers do it better
But cowboys stay in the sattle
Just a little bit longer
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The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was
in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawing
on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "Boy let me tell you what
"I
guess you didn't know it
But I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you"
"Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause
I think I'm better than you"
The boy said "My name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet and
you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best that's ever been"
Johhny you rosein up your bow
And play your fiddle
hard
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals the cards
And if you win
You get this shiny
fiddle made of gold
But if you lose
The devil gets your soul
The devil openned up his case
And he said
"I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he roseined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across
the strings
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this
When
the devil finished Johnny said
"Well you're pretty good, old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let
me show you how its done"
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
The devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken
in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no child no
The devil bowed his head
Because
he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said "Devil,
just come on back
If you ever want to try again
But I told you once, you son of a bitch
I'm the best that's ever
been"
He played
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
The devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken
in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny will your dog bite, no child no
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