He was riding Number 9 Heading south from Caroline He heard that long lonesome whistle blow Got in trouble, had to roam Left his gal and left his home
There's a tear in my beer 'cause I'm cryin' for you, dear You are on my lonely mind Into these last nine beers I have shed a million tears You are on
All my rowdy friends have settled down And it seems to be more in the laid back songs Nobody wants to get drunk and get loud Everybody just wants to go
Jesus I know I've neglected to do The little things, the big things, you wanted me to I've let you down Jesus, that's not hard to see Jesus, oh, Jesus
Let me tell you about the farm, all my friends are in the barn Barn life, farmer's wife, don't you make me say it twice Sunny days, bale and hay, go to
The preacher man says it's the end of time And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry The interest is up and the stock markets down And you only get
Cut-off jeans an' cowboy boots Long blonde hair an' dark brown roots Lord, pinch me That's how they do it in Dixie Electric slidin' on a sawdust floor
All the talk shows, you know, geniuses and experts Lookin' to lay some blame Some on the left and some on the right Playin' that controversy game I'm
That hot ol' summer sun make you beg for your next breath So you best be on the creek bank, laid in the shade Chewin' on a hickory twig Pass that bottle
I like to play my music and have good times I love to hear an old train rolling down the line I am into happy and I don't like sad I like to have women
If ain't a lot like Dixie I don't wanna go If Heaven ain't a lot like Dixie I'd just as soon stay home I was one of the chosen few To be born in Alabam
I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds But don't you play 'Your Cheatin' Heart' That'll tear me all apart I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound Yeah, old Hank
No one to talk with, all by myself No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you Now I know for certain,
There's a tear in my beer 'cause I'm cryin' for you, dear You are on my lonely mind Into these last nine beers, I have shed a million tears You are on
Computer man says it's the end of time December 31st, 1999 People buying up army surplus things Afraid of what the new year will bring I live back in
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh, my oh Son of a gun, we'll have
Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south Magnolias sway in the breeze To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound Howlin' at the moon and the trees There
