Strong Stuff Album

Goin' to a place called the "old briar patch"
Gonna get loose, and I'm gonna have fun
Gonna go huntin' but I won't need a gun, now

Well, the season's always open and there ain't no limit you see
And they can be more challenging than a rock mountain sheep
I have hunted them four legged deer
But the two legged are a lot more fun

CHORUS
I'm gonna go huntin' tonight, Lord, but I ain't takin' no gun
Hey, the kind of game I'm looking for is not that hard to snare
But they can be more dangerous tthan a big old grizzly bear
They got long claws, long legs, and a skin already tanned in the sun
I'm gonna go hunting tonight, Lord, and I ain't taking no gun

Big old beautiful wildcat, they're the kind that are hard to track
The joint is crawlin' with the other hunters, and the she-cats are doublin' in
Now is the time for patience, Fon't fire on the first one
Don't waste your powder on a little bitty baby, get a full grown
Wo wo wo man

(chorus)

Rumour sprendin' a-'round in that Texas town
'bout that shack outside La Grange
and you know what I'm talkin' about.
Just let me know if you wanna go
to that home out on the range.
They gotta lotta nice girls.

Have mercy.

A haw, haw, haw, haw, a haw.
A haw, haw, haw.

Well, I hear it's fine if you got the time
and the ten to get yourself in.
A hmm, hmm.
And I hear it's tight most ev'ry night,
but now I might be mistaken.
hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Have mercy.

Well when the show's over me and the boys get together
We like to get in the back of the bus and play music
Just like this here

When I look in your face baby when I look in your eyes
I can tell pretty momma I've been wasting my time
'Cause you don't really love me
You just want me for what I am
But you best treat me right woman
You just might lose your money man

Well when I first met you babe you was a red light girl
But I tried to take you to a better world
'Cause you would not listen
Still you think I am a fool
Well you had it made in the shade sugar
Don't let that tree fall down on you

Well I work for the railroad each and every day
Well I work real hard tryin' to make my pay
Lord I never tell you
What you supposed to do
Well you had it made in the shade baby
Don't let that tree fall down on you

Well you had it made in the shade sugar
Don't let that tree fall down on you

Now they say, Hank Jr. has strayed away
Of all them songs that put his daddy in an early grave
But his daddy would be proud, he could see Bocephus now
Why don't you leave that boy alone, let him sing his song

Ole Waylon has been known to play half time
And he been known to get out of his mind
Don't know whether he's right or wrong
He's got a string of hits about two miles long
Why don't you leave that boy alone and let him sing his song

Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there songs
You know there gonna do whatever they want
If you don't like the way they sing who's gonna cast the first stone
Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there song

Hank Williams was the king of country soul
My daddy took me to see him in Lubuck but he didn't show
Now the people got mad and they all went home
The first thing we did was put his records on
I guess, we should have left him alone and let him sing his song

Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there songs
You know there gonna do whatever they want
If you don't like the way they sing who's gonna cast the first stone
(One more time, Ernest)
Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there song

Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there song

Blue Jean Blues

I done ran into my baby and finally found my old blue jeans
I done ran into my baby and finally found my old blue jeans
Now I could tell that they was mine
From the oil and the gasoline

If I ever get back my blue jeans
Lord how happy could one man be
If I ever get back my blue jeans
Lord how happy could one man be

'Cause if I get back those blue jeans
You know my baby be bringing 'em home to me

Some ladies love diamonds
Fast cars and freedom
Trips to the island
Castles in Spain
Las Vegas card sharks
Blues men that blow french harps
But no strings to her heart
Just the arms of cocaine.

Yeah she likes to run
With us high riding cowboys
She says she feels a whole lot
More at home on the range
She can handle her feelings
In most all situations
She just can not handle
The arms of cocaine

Hey I'm just a rhymer
Writing down new phrases
Looking for ladies
Who know I'm subject to change
Content to believing
The songs I am singing.
Help her find her feelings
Help her break the chains of cocaine

Oh my lady is special
She's into my kind of music
She likes Jim Beam and water
Instead of champange
I like Levi's and leathers
Making love together
No more stormy weather
Since she broke the chains of cocaine

No more stormy weather
Since she broke the chains of cocaine