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Snow Hank For The Good Times

your warm and tender body close to mine Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft across the window And make believe you love me one more time for the good times

the center line Moon looks, good air is cool Every bone been broken in the golden rule Well, I'm flyin through Dothan with my radio Taylor's Ole Time Opry's playin' Hank Snow

you got yourself a job Bob that's not for me You got a house and a wife Bob but I'm still free Remember the good ole days around the Frisco yard Bob for

to be true to each other true as the stars above He was her man but he wasn't doin' her wrong Non Frankie went down to the corner just for a bucket of

[ fiddle - guitar ] Good old Daniel lived in Babylon long ago And he had the grace to tell the devil no Though he prayed three times a day in the good

crunch as their snowshoes sank through the crust of the hollow snow And my breath would fail and every beat of my heart was like a blow And often times

arms of someone new Searching for something I had all the time Oh it's so good to be back with you So good to feel your arms around me again So good

the couplin' joints A song for the rambler's ear The hobo talked to the still white form His pal for many a year (Spoken) For a mighty long time, we

from down at Nashville First I'll start with old Red Foley doin' the 'Chattanooga shoe' We can't forget Hank Williams with them good old 'Lovesick blues' It's time for