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Joey Rory

Me, I'm just a singer, though I may be well known The truth is I'd be nothing without the power of a song I've been blessed with fame and fortune, oh,

He was different, he was one of a kind As far as daddies went and not just 'cause he was mine He could build anything with his two calloused hands My

A hundred times my mama told me That boy's trouble with a capital T You'll never change him, I know his kind But I didn't pay her any mind 'Cause, I,

If you can't buy groceries this week 'Cause you put your cheque down on a big screen You ain't right You're in your thirties without a job And you're

It's too fast, it's too slow It's too country, too rock and roll It's too happy, to sad, to short or it's way too long Yeah, and it's too bad they don

It was the first time ever he saw her He saw his future in a long white cotton gown Sittin' there at the church house, she was gonna get baptized They

Not planning our day around a TV set Paying our bills and staying out of debt That's important to me That's important to me Opening the windows and letting

If you got up this morning And you went to work today, this song's for you And if you put eight honest hours in For eight hours worth of pay, this song

This mornin the pews were hay bales the pulpit a saddle thrown over a stall the floor just a carpet of sawdust the babtistry just a rusty ol' traun