Woke up this morning with light in my eyes.
And then realized it was still dark outside
It was a light coming down from the sky
I don't know who or why
Must be those strangers that come every night
Those saucer shaped lights put people uptight
Leave blue—green footprints that glow in the dark
I hope they get home all right
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Hey, Mr. Spaceman won't you please take me along
I won't do anything wrong
Hey, Mr. Spaceman won't you please take me along for a ride
Woke up this morning, I was feeling quite weird
Had flies in my beard, my toothpaste was smeared
Over my window, they'd written my name
Said, so long, we'll see you again
There's a big hollow tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You stroll 'round the bend and you come back again
There's a jug full of good old mountain dew
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They call it that mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew
My uncle Mort, he's sawed off and short
He measures about four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
Well, my old aunt June bought some brand new perfume
If had such a sweet smelling pew
But to her surprise when she had it analyzed
It was nothing but good old mountain dew
Well, my brother Bill's got a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
The buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly
From smelling that good old mountain dew
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My aunt Lucille had an automobile,
It ran on a gallon or two.
It didn't need no gas and it didn't need no oil,
It just ran on that good old mountain dew.
I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain't so neat,
Though he fixes it with syrup and blue,
But it stays right in place when he uses just a trace
Of that good old mountain dew.
The preacher—he walked by, with a big tear in his eye
Said that his wife had the flu
And hadn't I ought just to give him a quart
Of that good old mountain dew
My uncle Klaus had a real mean old mouse
When they asked how it happened,
He said it was a lappin'
That good old mountain dew
You take a little trash and you mix it up with ash,
And you throw in the soul of a shoe,
Then you stir it awhile with an old rusty file,
And they call it that good old mountain dew.
During the last war, we couldn't get no more,
We didn't have no sugar for the dew
With a few old potaters and a few ripe tomaters,
We turned out some stuff, I'm tellin' you
Old Deacon Crane took a trip in the rain,
Said his wife had come down with the flu,
But she'll be all right if you give her a pint
Of that good old mountain dew.
Mr. Franklin Roosevelt, he told me how he felt
The day the old dry law went through:
If your likker's too red, it will swell up your head
Better stick to that good old mountain dew
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There's more pretty girls than one
There's more pretty girls than one
Now don't be blue, I'll tell you true
There's more pretty girls than one.
Well, I am a rambling man
I done roam this world around
I've always been a rounder boys
Since my girl turned me down.
The reason that I ramble
I'll tell you if I can
The only girl I ever loved
Left me for another man.
Now listen all you rounders
Let me tell you what you'd do
Don't fall in love with a pretty little girl
Unless you know she's true.
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—origninal Leonard & John D. Rutherford, 1929 version
Up and down that lonesome road,
Hang down your head and cry,
Thinking about those pretty girls,
And I wish I'll never die.
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There's more pretty girls than one,
There's more pretty girls than one;
Everywhere I ramble around,
There's more pretty girls than one.
There's fish that's never been caught
Pretty shoes that's never been bought
Everywhere I ramble around,
There's more pretty girls than one.
My mama told me one day,
She gave me good advice,
She told me to quit my ramblin' 'round,
And marry me a lovin' wife.
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There's more pretty girls than one
More pretty girls then one
Every old town that I rambled around
And there's more pretty girls than one
Mama talked to me last night
She gave me some good advice
She said "Son, you'd better quit this old ramblin' all around
And mary you a sweet little wife"
Honey, look down that old lonesome road
Hang down your pretty head and cry
'cause I'm thinking all about them pretty little gals
And a—hopin' that I never die
There's more pretty girls than one
There's more pretty girls then one
Every old town that I rambled around
And there's more pretty girls than one
I'm always broke before my payday rolls around
I feel like a rabbit that the dogs are running down!
But today I got a call that said by Friday without fail
I'll get a lot of money in the mail!
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There's money in the mail
My uncle Clarence put me in his will.
Since he died and went to heaven,
I won't have to go to jail
Hallelullya! There's money in the mail!!
I'm going to pay off everybody that I owe.
And most of them are people that I don't even KNOW!
Call up the County Sheriff "Get those bloodhounds off my trail!
Don't worry, boys, your money's in the mail!"
I'm no good at making money, no matter how I try.
One time I even put my body up for sale.
But nobody had a dollar they want to throw away.
But that don't bother me because
I got money in the mail
God bless Uncle Clarence, 'cause I never knew him well….
But, thanks to him, there's money in the mail!
I'd walk for miles, cry or smile
For mama and daddy
I want them, I want them to know
How I feel, my love is real
For my mama and daddy
I want them to know I love them so.
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In my heart the joy tears start 'cause I'm happy
And I pray every day for Mom and Pappy
And each night I'd walk for miles, cry or smile
For my mama and daddy
I want them to know I love them so.
I'd fight in wars, do all the chores
For my mama and daddy
I want them to live on 'til they're called
I'd work and slave and never rave
For mama and daddy
Because I know I owe them my all.
Run oh Molly run, run oh Molly run
Tenbrooks gonna beat you to the bright shinin' sun.
To the bright shinin' sun O Lord to the bright shinin' sun
Tenbrooks was a big bay horse he wore that shaggy mane
He run all around Memphis he beat the Memphis train
Beat the Memphis train O Lord beat the Memphis train
See that train a—comin' it's comin' round the curve
See old Tenbrooks runnin' he's strainin' every nerve
Strainin' every nerve O Lord strainin' every nerve
Tenbrooks said to Molly what makes your head so red?
Runnin' in the hot sun puts fever in my head
Fever in my head O Lord fever in my head
Molly said to Tenbrooks you're lookin' mighty squirrel
Tenbrooks said to Molly I'm a—leavin' this old world
Leavin' this old world O Lord leavin' this old world
Out in California where Molly done as she pleased
Come back to old Kentucky got beat with all ease
Beat with all ease O Lord beat with all ease
The women all a—laughin' the child'n all a cryin'
The men all a—hollerin' old Tenbrooks a—flyin'
Old Tenbrooks a—flyin' O Lord old Tenbrooks a—flyin'
Kyper Kyper you're not A—ridin' right
Molly's beatin' old Tenbrooks clear out sight
Clear out of sight O Lord clear out of sight
Kyper Kyper Kyper my son
Give old Tenbrooks the bridle let old Tenbrooks run
Let old Tenbrooks run O Lord let old Tenbrooks run
Go and catch old Tenbrooks and hitch him in the shade
We're gonna bury old Molly in a coffin ready made
Coffin ready made O Lord coffin ready made
