Jordan

He gets up before the dawn Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee It's another day in the dusty haze Those burnin' rays are wearing down his body And diesel's worth the price of gold And it's the cheapest grain he's ever sold But he's still holding on



CHORUS  [|He just takes the tractor another round] And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He says Lord I never complain I never ask why But please don't let my dream run dry Underneath, Underneath this Amarillo sky

That hail storm back in '83 Sure did take a toll on his family But he stayed strong and carried on Just like his dad and grandad did before him On his knees every night he prays Please let my crops and children grow Cause that's all he's ever known

CHORUS He just takes the tractor another round And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He says Lord I never complain I never ask why But please don't let my dream run dry Underneath, Underneath this [|Amarillo sky]

And he takes the tractor another round Another round, another round And he takes the tractor another round Another round He says I never complain I never ask why But please don't let my dreams run dry Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky

Underneath this Amarillo sky

A boy named Sue By:Johnny Cash

My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the [|moon and stars] That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise,jj8 He come up with a knife and [|cut off a piece of my ear]. But I [|busted a chair right across his teeth]And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, [|He went for his gun]and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

U.S. Marine Grunt By S. Haffey


We marched and marched some more And sung about the core When we got to the town We all looked around There was no one to be found Gunny told us to hush Explosions and bullets ripped through the air We were caught in an ambush I felt the wiz of a bullet go past my ear Grunts all hit the ground While rpgs rained down My friend was hit in the gut So I moved him into a hut The fire did not let up I could hear the cries of the [|U.S. Marine Grunt] “Core men up front” I was pinned down in a bend I knew this was the end But I had been trained to be a Marine Grunt So I started to fire, I was the best As I fired I grew calmer Then a bullet hit me in the chest But did not go through my body armor The bad guys were held up in a fort So we called in close air support The battle was over The next week at the funeral They played taps as they were [|put in the ground] We lost ten good men in that god damned town We all knew they were heaven bound We went on patrol the very next night But there was no one around As we sat in a tight 360 the rain did not let up We were all on the hunt This is the life a U.S. Marine Grunt

__MECHANIC__

The [|mechanics] job, which many desire. With know certain skill, or knowledge required. A great life, for at night, an on weekend's at home. You spend all your time, talking on the phone.

Listen to their clinks, clanks and their clunks. It’s my fault their driving, and [|old piece of junk]. They love you for working, on their automobile. Till it's time to pay, and you hand them the bill.

Your hands tell the tales, of your fabulous trade. With the cuts, scars, bruises and scraps. I've got plenty of wrenches, sockets and bolts. And every customer knows, a good dirty joke.

They're hilarious I laugh, and laugh they're so funny. But I'm laughing louder, when I'm taking their money. And that smell of grease rags, the aroma they got. I'm always at home, in any ones shop. ( not ) !

When someone has trouble, with their car my heart panics. I'm afraid they may call, a different mechanic.