Jamey Johnson Stars In Alabama

I said, “Mama don’t you worry, I’m getting by just fine out on the road.

Yeah, tonight we played in Knoxville and tomorrow night it’s back to Music Row.

No, I don’t know when I’m coming home, Montgomery seems so very far away.”

She said, “Boy, it wouldn’t kill you none to look out past the bright lights on that stage.

‘Cause God put stars in Alabama. You just can’t find in Tennessee.

The same ones are waiting on you. That taught you how to dream.

I know there’s big names up in Nashville. And you’ll be one before too long.

But God put stars in Alabama. To help you find your way back home.”

I hung up the phone and I could feel the emptiness at 80 miles an hour.

And I listened close and I could hear my heart beating louder than the tires.

This old bus was headed west but my mind was drifting somewhere towards the south.

And I closed my eyes and I could see the bright lights shining clearly through the clouds.

‘Cause God put stars in Alabama. You just can’t find in Tennessee.

The same ones are waiting on you. That taught you how to dream.

She said, “There’s big names up in Nashville. And you’ll be one before too long.

But God put stars in Alabama. To help you find your way back home.”

Yeah, there’s stars in Alabama.

That just can’t wait ’til you get home.

Jamey Johnson That Lonesome Song

That mornin’ sun made its way

Through the windshield of my Chevrolet

Whiskey eyes and ashtray breath

On a chert rock gravel road

What the hell did I do last night?

That’s the story of my life,

Like tryin’ to remember words

To a song nobody wrote

And it’s sad and it’s long

And can’t nobody sing along

It’s a south bound train

It’s a whistle in the wind

Ain’t no one there to care where I’ve been

I’m hummin’ on that lonesome song again

I took a trip across the country from Montgomery

Discovered I’d been wrong for so long

I thought it was the fame and the glory and the money

But all I’ve got to show is a damn song

And it’s sad and it’s long

And can’t nobody sing along

It’s a south bound train

It’s a whistle in the wind

There’s no one there to sing to in the end

I’m hummin’ on that lonesome song again

And it’s sad and it’s long

And can’t nobody sing along

It’s a south bound train

It’s a whistle in the wind

Ain’t no one there to care where I’ve been

I’m hummin’ on that lonesome song again

The mornin’ sun made its way

Through the windshield of my Chevrolet

Whiskey eyes and ashtray breath

On a chert rock gravel road…

Jamey Johnson Keepin’ Up With The Jonesin’

Lord, I quit the drinkin’, the smokin’ an’ the honky-tonk life.

The day that a ring an’ a preacher made her my wife.

Yeah, an’ I said: “I do,” but I didn’t have a clue,

How I’d miss all the whiskey an’ women.

I tried to be true, but it’s all I can do,

Keepin’ up with the Jonesin’.

Man, this hectic, domestic lifestyle takes a while to adjust.

Ah, she don’t seem to remember that old rowdy rambler I was.

‘Cause she calls up her friends an’ tells them,

How good I been doin’.

But the truth is I’m goin’ out of my mind,

Keepin’ up with the Jonesin’.

An’ I miss gettin’ high, an’ stayin out all night,

With all my old friends.

An’ I miss the liquor, the bartenders,

The fights, the girls an’ the bands.

It wouldn’t be so damned hard,

If I didn’t know what I’m missin’.

She don’t understand, I’m doin’ all that I can,

Keepin’ up with the Jonesin’.

Yeah, tell me what you know about it, possum.

Whoa it gets so hard when I know what I’m missin’.

Sometimes I give in, start over again,

Keepin’ up with the Jonesin’.

Son, I understand, it’s a helluva man,

Keepin’ up with the Jonesin’.

Aw man, Thank you Mr Jones, I sure ‘nough appreciate the ride.

Hey is this, this a new tractor.

That a satellite radio, air-conditioning, heater.

Oh, a cooler.

Jamey Johnson Lead Me Home

I have seen my last tomorrow,

I’m holding my last breath,

Goodbye, sweet world of sorrow,

My new life, begins with death.

I am standing on the mountain,

I can hear the angels songs,

I am reaching over Jordon,

Take my hand, Lord lead me home.

All my burdens, are behind me,

I have prayed, my final pray,

Don’t you cry, over my body,

‘Cause that ain’t me, lying there.

No, I am standing on the mountain,

I can hear the angels songs,

I am reaching over Jordon,

Take my hand, Lord lead me home.

I am standing (Lord, I am standing) on the mountain (on the mountain),

I can hear (I can hear the angels’ songs) the angels’ songs,

I am reaching over Jordon, (over Jordon)

Take my hand, Lord lead me home.

Take my hand, Lord lead me home.

Jamey Johnson Flying Silver Eagle

Standing at that pawn shop counter

Trying on the wedding rings

She said she needed silver

‘Cause gold just turns her green

I counted out the twenties

And I laid the money down

And we went straight to the Davidson courthouse

After three long years together

She found a banker man

She said she was thinking ’bout her future

And gave me back that silver band

I had it melted down

So I could wear in on a chain

Now it’s a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring

I’d rather have this silver eagle

Than all that rich man’s gold

It’s my one reminder of

A women turning cold

Her love lies in his money

And mines in a pair of wings

On a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring

I couldn’t put the past behind me

So I put it in a song

That’s how I tell the story

How that women did me wrong

Now I tour across the country

Riding high on the wings

Of a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring

I’d rather have this silver eagle

Than all that rich man’s gold

It’s my one reminder of

A women turning cold

Her love lies in his money

And mines in a pair of wings

On a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring

I met a homeless man on Broadway

He was holding out his hand

He asked me for a dollar

Said he was once a banker man

‘Til that lady took his money

I said man I feel your pain

You might could use this silver eagle

You know it used to be a ring

Jamey Johnson Playing The Part

Taking a dip on the sunset strip in the mornin’

Ain’t nothing like the smell of tofu and high dollar wine

They said maybe all of them cars locking down the I-5

Yeah I find it amazing these rats I’ve been chasing are helping me remember a time

When the only LA I knew was lower Alabama

Back when me and Hannah were wishing on a southern star

Now its so complicated, I really hate it, why’d I ever want to go so far

Taking depression pills in the Hollywood Hills

Acting like I’m playing the part

All this gripping and grinning, losing and winning, and running

Promises break like an egg on the hot asphalt

What the hell was I thinking, drinking like I’d never get caught

These high dollar women, and the fame and the fortune, ain’t worth the ticket I bought

When the only LA I knew was lower Alabama

Back when me and Hannah were wishing on a southern star

Now its so complicated, I really hate it, why’d I ever want to go so far

Taking depression pills in the Hollywood Hills

Acting like I’m playing the part

Taking depression pills in the Hollywood Hills

Acting like I’m playing the part

Jamey Johnson Between Jennings And Jones

I left Montgomery on North 65

I was restless and ready to give Nashville a try

I rolled into town with a sound of my own

Somewhere between Jennings and Jones

Well, the day job I landed felt just like a jail

I couldn’t seem to break out with that hammer and nails

And I spent all my nights in some old honky-tonk

Somewhere between Jennings and Jones

Hanging out in the bars with the drunks and the stars I found a few good ole boys just like me

Started burning our candles both ends and the middle a bunch of roaring outlaws at high speed

And they said that the end of that road I was on

somewhere between Jennings and Jones

Well, some record executives found me on night

I was singing half-lit, they said it sounded just right (right)

They put my name on an album but they shelved all my songs

Said I was somewhere between Jennings and Jones

Hanging out in the bars with the drunks and the stars

And a few good ole boys just like me

Started burning our candles both ends and the middle a bunch of roaring outlaws at high speed

And they said that the end of that road I was on

somewhere between Jennings and Jones

Now to find me in a record store won’t take you long

I’m right there between Jennings and Jones

Jamey Johnson Can’t Cash My Checks

I’m up every morning

Before the sunshine comes rolling in

When that rooster starts crowing

It just reminds me that I need to feed him

Every day is the same

But every day is different

‘Cause every day I grow

Deeper in debt

And you can’t cash my checks

And you can’t feel this hunger

You can push me into the water

But you can’t hold me under

You can bring me down

But you can’t make me beg

You can take my word

But you can’t cash my checks

It’s so hard to stay honest

In a world that’s headed to hell

You can’t make a good living these days

‘Cause the truth just don’t sell

So if you go out my back door

Just over the hill

You’ll see all these plants

That’s been paying my bills

But you can’t cash my checks

And you can’t feel this hunger

You can push me into cold water

But you can’t hold me under

You can bring me down

But you can’t make me beg

You can take my word

But you can’t cash my checks

You can bring me down

But you can’t make me beg

You can take my word

But you can’t cash my checks

You can take my word

But you can’t cash my checks

Jamey Johnson The Guitar Song

I’m just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner

And I’m waiting for someone to play me now and then

My strings are kinda rusty and I’m a little dusty

Oh, but you’d be too if you’ve been where I’ve been

I’ve done some shows with Haggard back in 1967

Now I’m dying for someone to play me back home

I’m just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner

Hey, come on by and listen to my song

I’ve seen at least a million of those tiny smoke bar rooms

And I’ve helped to heal some heartaches and I’ve helped to sell some beer

And the last one to help me

Just couldn’t wait to sell me for 20 dollars and left me hanging here

But I dream about the spot light and the roaring of the people

And I wonder if I’m ever gonna hear ’em sing along

I’m just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner

Hey, come on by and listen to my song

I’ve got a lot of memories and a song or two left in me

And some day someone will pick me up and play me back home

I’m just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner

Hey, come on by and listen to my song

Won’t ya come back by and listen to my song?