Letras:
Merle Haggard 40 1 Hits

There's not much a man can do inside a prisoner Just take his memory trips and fights the pain And a word from home can mean so much to a prisoner It'

Most of my life, I've almost been a winner I've come so close but never really won Just when I thought I finally made it I found myself back where I started

I wanted more from life, than four kids and a wife And a job in a dark Kentucky mine. A twenty acre farm, with a shackey house and barn Thats all I had

Grandma's maiden name was Zombelines There's ninety years to tell about in a few short lines Born in Newton County down in Arkansas Then in nineteen-one

I'm tired of this dirty old city Entirely too much work and never enough play And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks Think I'll walk off my steady

We can call Mrs. Johnson To keep the kids a day or two Take the early flight to Florida Just the way we used to do Have room service bring us breakfast

Living on the road my friend Is gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron And your breath is hard as kerosene You weren't your mama

Someday when things are good, I'm gonna leave you I can't seem to go when things are bad I'll be one more love that you can dream about And one more man

Miracles appear in the strangest of places Fancy me fining you here The last time I saw you was just out of Houston Let me sit down and buy you a beer