Brother To The Blues George Jones

You and I don’t need an intro--duction
Neither one of us has that much to lose
Cause you’re just a sister / to satisfaction
And I’m just a brother to the blues

Now I don’t have to tell you nights are lonely
There’s a hunger in our eyes that tells the news
And you’re just a sister / to satisfaction
And I’m just a brother to the blues

It’s hard to tell exactly which direction
We might go at any given time
It’s just a constant search for affection
And we need all the comfort we can find

I know you can feel this attraction
From a night of love that both of us can use
Cause you’re just a sister / to satisfaction
And I’m just a brother to the blues
Yes, you’re just a sister / to satisfaction
And I’m just a brother to the blues

You Comb Her Hair
By George Jones—(1963)

I know that you’re wondering who I dream about
And if I’ve met someone who thrills me so.
Well, I finally met a girl who turns me inside out.
I’ll tell you ‘bout her, for you ought to know.

You comb her hair every morning
And make sure she’s dressed just right.
You comb her hair every morning
And put her to bed every night.

When she’s around me, sometimes I can hardly speak.
I stammer and I act just like a fool.
And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak.
You know her, honey. Don’t you know it’s you?

You comb her hair every morning
And make sure she’s dressed just right.
You comb her hair every morning
And put her to bed every night.

You comb her hair every morning.

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#Date: 11/27/96; 6:21:09 PM
#From: “Clay Glover”
#Subject: White Lightnin’
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#White Lightning
#George Jones
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Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
There lived my old pappy and he had him a still.
He brewed white lightnin’ till the sun went down.
Then he filled him a jug and he passed it around.
Mighty,mighty pleasin,mypappy’s
corn squeezings………(ooh-white-Lightnin’)

CHORUS:
Well the “G” men “T” men revenuers too
Looking for the place where he made his brew.
They werelooking tryin to book him but my
pappy kept on cooking…….
(ooh-white-Lighnin’)

Well I asked my pappy what he called his brew
He said white lightnin stead of mountain dew
I took one sip and right away I knew
Cause my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin’ started flashinthunder started
crashing…….(ooh-white lightnin’)-chorus

Well a city slicker came and he said “I’m tough”
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff.
He took one sip and drank it right down.
And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty,mighty pleasin yourpappys
corn squeezings…….(ooh-white-lightning.

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This tune is done justice when performed by George Jones and Alan Jackson on the
“Bradley Barn Sessions” album.

A Good Year For The Roses By: George Jones

I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick
on the cigar--ettes there in the ashtray
lyin? cold the way you left them
at least your lips caress--ed them while you packed

And a 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

Chorus:
But what a good year for the roses
many blooms still linger there
the lawn could stand another mowin?
it?s funny, I don?t even care
and when you turned and walked away
and as the door behind you closes
the only thing I know to say
it?s been a good year for the roses

After three full years of marriage
it?s the first time that you haven?t made the bed
I guess the reason we?re not talkin?
there?s so little left to say, we haven?t said
while a million thoughts go runnin? through my mind
I find I haven?t spoke a word
and from the bedroom those familiar sounds
of our one baby?s cryin? goes un--heard

Repeat Chorus