Yes, it's true. SYH is running a special on lyrics tonight. It's
Three for Thursday!
Jerry Reed--Lord, Mr. Ford
SPOILERS! (Click to view)Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words
All about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four-wheel buggy is
A-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and grease
And wires and tires and anti freeze
And them accessories
Well honey, that's something else
Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV
Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
Well I figured it up and over a period of time
This four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars
And ninety-nine cents, well now
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Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has become
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
Now the average American father and mother
Own one whole car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a
Trick to buy, don't you
But the thing that amazes me, I guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas
Well now, all the cars placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some
Fool pull out to pass
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate
Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars
Would have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born
With a parking space
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has become
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
Come away with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking automobile
This one is oddly appropriate in these trying times.
Jerry Reed--"Crude Oil Blues"
SPOILERS! (Click to view)Well now, listen people let me tell you some news
Ill sing a song called the crude oil blues
Were low on heat .n all
Were low on gas
And Im so cold Im about to freeze my..self
We got the crude oil blues
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin and my knees are weak
But it aint because of love
Its from lack of heat
Im gonna tell you a story anout this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boys thinkin
He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin
Hes got the crude oil blues
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin this booze just destroys my soul
But theres one thing about it honey
When youre cold, youre cold
Ive got the crude oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever gonna come out
I said, hey chief, you reckon this record will be released?
He said, Son, we aint got enough oil to keep the pressed greased
We got the crude oil blues
And son, if we cant make records then we dont need you
I said, what am I gonna do if I cant sing and pick?
He said, well just keep yourself warm playin all them hot licks
We got the crude oil blues.
Oh mama , dont forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein saidthat coolin is condusive to cuddlin
Honey I love ya but pass the duck downhey I read a sign on the pump at my
Favorite gas station the other day
It said uh, he who expecteth nothin aint gonna be deceived."
And now, the travails of the quitter of nicotine.
Jerry Reed--"Another Puff"
I know there`s a lotta talk going around today
About cigarette smoking whittling your life away
I`ve seen it and I`ve heard it so many times
That finally it just started to prey on my mind
I guess it scared me a little bit
That`s why I decided I was gonna quit
So while I was sitting here forming my battle plan
I took another puff and turned on the fan
I just sat there in my easy chair
And thought of all the money I`d wasted on cigarettes all these years
I thought how I`d spend the rest of my days
After I kick this habit my body craves
Said to myself this ain`t gonna be so tough
With that little bit of assurance
I took another puff
I took a puff, a puff, then I ripped off another puff
I decided I`d about had about enough
That breaking this habit won`t be too tough
Now I`ve give a lot of thought to this thing
If I didn`t smoke cigarettes I`d feel just like a king
Besides with the price going up every day
I knew I was just throwing all my good money away
You know I ain`t lit one in an hour or so?
Just wanted to make sure I could quit you know
I was thinking maybe I oughta write all this down
Put it in a song kinda circulate it around
Can`t ever tell it might make a hit
And that redneck Hall did a little bit
Can you imagine me a hit songwriter!
Now where`s... where`d I put that cigarette lighter?
After all it`s a habit and a habit you can break
Just a little bit of willpower son that`s all it takes
I said to myself you got to be tough!
And with that little bit of wisdom
I took another puff
I took a puff, and then a puff, then I finally ripped off another puff
And I decided boy this ain`t gonna be tough
Besides I`d just about had enough
I`m about ready to quit this rotten habit anyway
Oh I think they ought to take it offa television
It looks too good! Ow!
I like them skinny ones with the filter
Oh give it to me! Give it to me!
Cigarettes... I say if I quit smoking what`ll I do?
Maybe I`ll eat
Yeah I`ll eat cigarettes
Ahh, I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it
Chester B don`t smoke, he smokes logs!
Makes you laugh funny too
Oh my throat`s scratchin`, oh
I wish I could think of something bad to say about cigarettes
Boo on cigarettes, don`t smoke don`t smoke don`t smoke
You quit smoking that`ll leave more for me!
I love it I love it, no I don`t love cigarettes ya know
Don`t misunderstand me I hate cigarettes
Makes ya cough, and when ya don`t smoke it makes ya shake
I don`t know what`s worse, the shake or the cough
I think I`ll make me a coughshake, oh!
Son did you ever smoke?
Oh I remember one time I quit smoking
I quit for three months
My wife left me
So did my children
She took my house and left
It was a mobile home.
Hell, who am I kidding. It's the highlight of my CD collection. 
so you can cry in a corner in the dark too!
xo