If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will) - George Jones

They say this drinkin' will kill me I don't know, oh Lord, it might be true If I stop I'll just die from your leavin' So either way that I go, it's 'cause of you Chorus: Death can come from this broken heart Or it can come from this bottle So why prolong the agony Hey, bartender, I think I'll hit the throttle I don't care how the preacher might preach to me About the evils of being drunk with wine I don't care how the doctor might warn me 'Cause since you left, it's just a matter of time Chorus: Death can come from this broken heart Or it can come from this bottle So why prolong the agony Hey, bartender, I think I'll hit the throttle I don't care that my friends have all left me 'Cause they swear that I have gone insane And I don't care anymore about livin' Without you, just the grave can ease the pain Chorus: Death can come from this broken heart Or it can come from this bottle So why prolong the agony Hey, bartender, I think I'll hit the throttle Yeah, they say this drinkin' will kill me I don't know, oh Lord, it might be true If I stop I'll just die from your leavin' So either way that I go, it's 'cause of you Either way that I go, it's 'cause of you...

I'm here Watch me on display I'm soul scratched severed inlay I fear Wonder if you'd say Go get going ok ok ok Adhere to whatever you may I'm tongue tied twisted hearsay It's a severe paralysis Wallowing insane Hopeless hoping in vain Here's a letter to your pride Our souls and hearts divide How can this be We're beckoned to a lie Leave uncompromised How can this be Kill that memory Cold and pale black memory Of you and me standing still Kil kil kill Here's a letter to your pride Our souls and hearts divide How can this be We're flailing to decide Desperate to deny How can this be Kill that memory Kill kill

I walk the floor Here in my lonely room The silence nearly kills me And I guess that it will soon. He left because Of things I've done and said And if loneliness can kill me Then I'm just as good as dead. If loneliness can kill me Then I might as well lay down A girl who could die anytime Shouldn't be a walkin' round. I'd better find a place To lay my head For if loneliness can kill me Then I'm just as good as dead. --- Instrumental --- If loneliness can kill me Then I might as well lay down A girl who could die anytime Shouldn't be a walkin' round. I'd better find a place To lay my head For if loneliness can kill me Then I'm just as good as dead...

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)