She makes his coffee she makes his bed She does the laundry she keeps him fed When she was twenty-nine she wore her mother's lace She said, "Forever" with a smile upon her face She does the car-pool she PTAs Doctors and dentists she drives all day When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three And every Christmas card showed a perfect family Everything runs right on time Years of practice and design Spit and polish 'til it shines He thinks he'll keep her Everything is so benign Safest place you'll ever find God forbid you change your mind He thinks he'll keep her She packs his suitcase, she sits and waits With no expression upon her face When she was thirty six she met him at their door She said, I'm sorry I don't love you anymore Everything runs right on time Years of practice and design Spit and polish 'til it shines He thinks he'll keep her Everything is so benign Safest place you'll ever find God forbid you change your mind He thinks he'll keep her For fifteen years she had a job and not one raise in pay Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage Everything runs right on time Years of practice and design Spit and polish 'til it shines He thinks he'll keep her Everything is so benign The safest place you'll ever find At least until you change your mind He think he'll keep her

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind, 'Cause he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal When he come across that young boy playing and playing that fiddle hot And the Devil jumps up on a hickory Stump and said: Boy let me tell you what I bet you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet wit you Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your Soul 'cause I think I'm better than you The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been! Johnny rosin up your bow and play that fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose the Devil gets your soul The Devil opened up his case and said: I'll start the show And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the Devil finished Johnny said: Well you're pretty good old son Just sit down in that chair right there, let me show you how it's done Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun The Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said: Devil, just come back if you ever wanna try again I told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been! Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

(Mel Tillis) I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with He gets drunk and loses his job And every road that you travel on Is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me You only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. --- Instrumental --- Well, I hope that the train From Caribou Maine Runs over your new love affair You walk the floor From door to door And pull out your peroxide hair. You never was my woman 'Cause you were never true So all in all if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweetm sweet, sweet mental revenge...

(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter) Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emmily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at papa kinda nervous. All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die. Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the satrenght in my right arm And for keepin' us from harm. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane. --- Instrumental --- Came the day that we were married All our folks from the congregation Emmily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creation. Papa hugged me and my mama cried Everybody smiled with pride. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die.

People sit around and they talk and talk How their dreams all ended too soon Guess they never hung out under the stars Howling at the moon I guess we're as different as nine and eight I see it in a different light I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights They wanna go back to when a Cadillac Didn't look like a Chevrolet It meant a lot to them but not a thing to me I never owned one anyway But a good looking woman and an old guitar With both of them tuned just right Well, I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights

Lord knows I am peaceful when I'm left alone I've always been an Eagle, been awhile since I have flown My claws are sharp as ever, so's my Eagle eye Something's gonna go tonight, when the Eagle flies Lately I've heard rumors that the Eagle may be lame Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame You've jeopardized my freedom, my natural place to roost I can fly when I have to, if they turn the Eagle loose So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air

Through the chill of winter Running across a frozen lake Hunters hard right on his trail All odds are against him With a family to provide for One thing he must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Drifting by the roadside Lines etched on an aging face It wants to find some honest space Losing to the range wars He's got two strong legs to guide him Two strong arms keep him alive Will the wolf survive? Standing in the pouring rain All alone in a world that's changed Running scared now forced to hide In a land where he once stood with pride But he'll find his way by the morning light Sounds across the nation Coming from your hearts and minds Battered drums and old guitars Singing songs of passion It's the truth that they all look for Something they must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive?