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Can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin' cold the way you left 'em
But at least your lips caressed them while you packed
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
That's so much more than I can say for me

What a good year for the roses

You brushed by me, oh, you came so near
That I could smell the perfume in your hair
An old memory, it took me back in time
And my heart stood still for just one minute there
For a minute there I forgot where I was
Remembering only when you used to care
And as you walked by me I almost touched your arm
I nearly called your name for a minute there

He don't love you like I love you
If he did he wouldn't break your heart
Baby he don't love you like I love you
He's trying to tear us apart.

Pretty well I know you're leaving girl
For the new love that you've found
The handsome guy that you've been dated

Verse 1:
Lately life with you has been unbearable.
All my faith in you has gone and I know it wont return.

Chorus:
I did everything to make you happy I could do.
Now you've gotten me hatin' things I used to love to do.
And it wont be long, and I'll be hatin' you.

When she needs someone to love her in the night
She calls on me and I'm right there
When she wants to be a woman a lover and a friend
She calls on me and I'm right there

There's ain't nothing in this world that she won't do
'Cause she gives the best of all she's got the way I want her to
Lord and I say keep on lovin' me babe and I'll keep on lovin' you

Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road

Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine

I can't sell my mama short on loving me
I guess that's why she let me go so far
Mama try to stopped me short of stealing
I guess that's why I had to steal that car

She told me not to smoke it
But I did and it took me far away
And I turned out to be

Motel Time Again
Recorded by Johnny Paycheck
written by Bobby Bare

C F C
Oh I sat here on this stool drank so much I blew my cool
G7
And now they're closing up a world I'm living in

Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her
I need that woman's love to set me free
Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her
Till I can make her love me

Hey, I know you're out there somewhere
And I know you've got the power to make her care
If you've ever thought of helping me, help me now

Well I said, friend
Don't take her, she's all I've got
Please don't take her love away from me
I'm tellin' you, friend
Don't take her, she's all I've got
She's everything in life I'll ever need
She is life when I want to live
She's everything to me in life that life can give

Pardon me if I seem a little different
But I'm a walking with my head up in the clouds
I'm in love so sadness keep your distance
I'm looking at the happy side of town
I feel good now that things are like they should be
I'm happy as I always knew I would be
Somebody loves me somebody loves me somebody loves me
There's no words to describe the situation

There's just something about you I love and I can't pin it down
Is it in the way you kiss or the way your hair hangs down
All I know is your warm woman's touch hold everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know why I want you so much there's something about you I love mhmm
[ guitar ]
There's a message in your move that's gettin' through to me
There's something in the way you look that wakes up the need in me
I don't know what draws me to you but I can't seem to get close enough

I'm a song and dance man come and gather round me and clap your hands
Bring your tips boys put them in the old tin can
Buy me a drink boy and I'll do a little bit of the old soft shoe
Put a little something in the kitty and I'll sing and dance for you

Me I'll play a number you get to buck and wing
I'll sing a sad song if you want to hear me sing
Just name your pleasure and dig down in your jeans

Songwriters: COE, DAVID ALLAN

[David Allan Coe]

(Chorus)
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Woman done left