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Spoken intro:
And you wake up one morning and you say: 'I feel good. I don't miss her, I can live without her'.
And you soon learn that time will come, but it wasn't that day.

A bird can fly on just one wing
But then why should he?
Where there’s sky there must be rain

FORGET MARIE
© Lee Hazlewood Music Corp. (ASCAP)

Standing on the corner with a raggedi-old suitcase by my side
Waiting for a Greyhound bus to come along so I can hook a ride
Gonna go as far as 14 dollars will take a fool like me
Gotta find a place where I can hide, you know I must forget Marie
Marie

Look at that woman standin' there look at that woman ain't she fair
Look at that woman seems so fine
Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine
Anybody else of but mine

She can't cook and she can't love and she ain't worth a dime
And Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine

Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye
Give everyone a penny that cry
You can throw all my tranquil' pills away
Let my blood pressure go on its way
For my autumn's done come
My autumn's done come. Done come

Let those 'I-don't-care-days' begin

You were born by a railroad track
Never knew your ma and your pa ain't comin' back
Had to make your way the best you can
But you didn't have to steal from another man

Run boy run boy run boy run they're gonna get you boy run boy run
They're gonna catch you boy run boy run run boy run boy run boy run

It hurts to be told when you're not very old
That you're an outlaw's son
And the older you get they won't let you forget
That you're the son of a gun a bad bad gun you son of a gun
And then you'll meet someone so sweet and she says her heart you've won
But her old dad get's awfuly mad
She'll marry no son of a gun a bad bad gun the son of a gun
One day her dad must face a bad a bad outlaw with a gun

THAT OLD FREIGHT TRAIN
© Criterion Music Corp.

Woke up on Monday and I felt bad
Woke up on Tuesday and I felt sad so sad
I miss my mama and I miss my dad
They're the best friends this poor boy ever had

I wake up Sunday morning
With my mind all in a haze
Tearstains on my pillow
And make-up on my face
I see those empty whiskey bottles
And records scattered on the floor
And from the next room, I hear crying
Then I remember the night before

You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You`ve been a`messin` where you shouldn`t `ve been a`messin`
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that`s just what they`ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin` when you oughta be truthin`

Stranger's arms reach out to me
'Cause they know I'm so lonely
Then my mind goes back to you
And your sweet love sees me through
Your sweet love sees me through

Stranger's eyes see through me
They know I need company