Johnny Russell - Rednecks, White Socks And Blue Ribbon Beer

The 70s Johnny Russell version is my favorite, it was first done
by Hank Thompson in the 50's.

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The barmaid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
The juke box is playin' there stands the glass
And the cigarette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
A cow-boy is cussin' the pin-ball ma-chine
A drunk at the bar is get-tin' noisy and mean
And, some guy on the phone says ill be home soon dear
Red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer

No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd
We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer
The semis are passing on the highway outside
The four thirty crowd is about to arrive
The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here
Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer

If I Could Climb The Walls Of This Bottle

David Allan Coe
1974

If I could climb the walls of this bottle
Oh darlin' I'd come home to you
Another night for me is just beginning
soon the wine will wash away all my shame
With every drink one more mem-ry will leave me
come closing time I won't feel a thing
Here I am on my way to the bottom
it's a shame the things a man will do
If I could climb the walls of this bottle
oh darlin' I'd come home to you

It's been a long long time and I miss you
but this world I'm living in won't let me go
And it's too late to say that I'm sorry
and why I left you for this God only knows

If I could climb the walls of this bottle

I Never Picked Cotton

Roy Clark
1970
I Never Picked Cotton

I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did and my sister did
And my daddy died young workin' in the coal mine

When I was just a baby too little for a cotton sack
I played in the dirt while the others worked
Till they couldn't straight enough their backs
And I made myself a promise when I was big enough to run
That I'd never stay a single day in that Oklahoma sun

And I never picked cotton
But my mother did and my brother did and my sister did
And my daddy died young workin' in the coal mine

Folks said I grew up early in the farm that couldn't hold me then
So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and I never went back again
And it was fast cars and whiskey long haired girls and fun
I had everything that money could bring and I took it all with a gun

But I never picked cotton...

It was Saturday night in Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt
And when he said go back in your cotton sack I let im dying in the dirt
They'd take me in the mornin' to the gallows just outside
And in the time I've got there ain't a hullava lot that I can look back on with pride

But I never picked cotton...
But I never picked cotton...

Kiss an Angel Good Morning

Charley Pride
1971

Whenever I chance to meet
some old friends on the street
They wonder how does a man
get to be this way

I've always got a smiling face
Anytime and any place
And everytime they ask me why
I just smile and say

You've got to
Kiss an angel good morning
and let you know you think about her
when you're gone
Kiss an angel good morning
and love her like the devil
when you get back home

Well people may try to guess
The secret of a happiness
but some of them never learn
it's a simple thing

The secret I'm speaking of
Well it's a woman and a man in love
and the answer is in this song
that i always sing

You've got to
Kiss an angel good morning
and let you know you think about her
when you're gone
Kiss an angel good morning
and love her like the devil
when you get back home

Kiss an angel good morning
and let you know you think about her
when you're gone
Kiss an angel good morning
and love her like the devil
when you get back home

Amos Moses

Jerry Reed
1970

Well Amos Moses was a Cajun,
He lived by himself in the swamp.
He hunted alligators for a livin,
He just knocked 'em in the head with a stump.
The Louisiana law gonna get ya Amos
It ain't legal hunting alligators down in the swamp, boy

Well everybody blames his old man,
For makin' him mean as a snake,
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait.
Tie a rope around his neck, and throw him in the swamp,
Alligator bit him in a Louisiana bayou

About 45 minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna
hey raised up a son who could eat up his weight in groceries,
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos Moses

Well, the folks around south Louisiana
Said Amos was a hell of a man
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator
And just use one hand
That's all he's got left cause an alligator bit him
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow

Well the sheriff caught wind that Amos
Was in the swamp huntin' alligator skins
So he snuck in the swamp, gonna getcha boy,
But he never come out again.
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to?
You can sure get lost in a Louisiana bayou!

About 45 minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna
They raised a son who could eat up his weight in groceries,
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos Moses

Slide Off of Your Satin Sheets

Johnny Paycheck
1977





What a beautiful mansion he built you
Splendor yes you got it wall to wall
And yet with all of that you're still not happy

Cause every time he's gone I get your call

Slide off of your satin sheets slip into your long soft mink
You know where to find my door and I know what you're crying for
Slide off of your satin sheets slip into your long soft mink
You know where to find my door and I know what you're crying for

Baby you once told me I was good for nothing
And you couldn't live on my dreams and crystal balls
His money buys you everything but my loving
So I guess I'm good for something after all

Slide off of your satin sheets slip into your long soft mink
You know where to find my door and I know what you're crying for
Slide off of your satin sheets slip into your long soft mink
You know where to find my door and I know what you're crying for

Pure Love

1974
Ronnie Milsap - Writer: Eddie Rabbitt

Pure love, baby it's pure love
Milk and honey and Captain Krunch and you in the morning
Pure love baby it's pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love
Pure love You're the picture of pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love

I wake up with sunshine
Laying beside me
And bluebirds singing right outside my window
Soft warm kisses
Say good morning
Then I get breakfast in bed
You know you make me so happy


Pure love, baby it's pure love
Milk and honey and Captain Krunch and you in the morning
Pure love You're the picture of pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love