Waylon Jennings - Waylon Forever Album Lyrics

Jack-a-diamonds
Jack-a-diamonds
Take to my money
You can have my life of luxury

You can have my precious silver
Studded saddle, oh Lord
But You cannot take my soul
Cannot take my soul, today

Sweet mamma
Oh, sweet mamma
Won't you say you love me?
Let me hold you, hold you in my arms

Please tell me
I'm not really falling to pieces
Keep me tender mama
Tender now, keep me warm

Jack-a-diamonds
Jack-a-diamonds
I still got my ace, yeah

If you want me to do it I can throw it
Right in your face
Go and take my precious silver
Studded saddle, yeah

But You cannot take my soul
Lord, You cannot take my soul today

Jack-a-diamonds
Jack-a-diamonds
I'm gonna be alright

She said storms'll never last
So I'm looking out the window like, when's it gonna pass?
I need some cash, I did the math, it keeps ending in subtraction
Is it fate or just the laws of attraction? I'll never know
Pa's tracks, fast lane, cocaine dealer
Tryin' to ease this pain with these painkillers
I don't want my soul to be stained to obtain my wealth
I couldn't learn from his mistakes, I had to make em myself

And I ain't never been scared, but reality is frightening
My three year old daughter's name came from my indictments
Like a VH1 story with a hard ending
Shit, I'm serving a life sentence and I still got a charge pending
Seems like everywhere I go now, they watching
Hiding this pain in my eyes behind Versace's
Can't sleep I'm too busy chasing dreams
And the Fed's sent a posse down like I ain't never seen yet

Don't you think this outlaw shit
Has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke (uh huh, uh huh, they don't understand)
The law don't understand

I've always been crazy but it helped me from going insane
I grew up thinking it's part of the game
Them outlaw's always taught me bad guys were the Fed's
Don't get high on your supply, your brain will look like eggs
In a skillet, yeah, can you feel it? Forget it
80's baby, crack era, that's how I'ma get it
Fresh up outta jail, new plan, new man
But I can't seem to change who I am, I'm a hustler

I've been running for so long from them boys
I can't go to sleep without the noise
Television's on, forty by my head
Laying on the couch while my shorty's in the bed
If I stay awake 'til five, I'll probably sell another ounce
Shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce
Hear their tires hit the gravel, how they know I'm back at it?
Little girl looking, "Daddy why you in the attic"? I'm hiding

Don't you think this outlaw shit
Has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand (nah)

But it's a beautiful view when we're looking down
From this high, over snow capped mountains (dope boys)
Crimson dyed, don't give my momma black roses
I got a gun, but I'm not strong enough to hold it
Crimson dyed, a broken record for a token
Pay a silver dollar for another crime story

But when you're looking down from this high
And I just made it to the clouds
And it'll be a while before I hit the ground (let's go)
And taking freedom from me now
Would be like taking water from the Nile
'Cause the river still flows
From a story that a dam couldn't hold
Aight, grandpa, it's your turn

Don't you think this outlaw shit
Has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand

Slippin' & a-slidin', playin' Dominos
Leftin' & a-rightin' ain't a crime, you know
Well, I gotta tell the story before it's time to go

Chorus:
Are you ready for the country?
Are you ready for me?
Are you ready for the country?
Ain't that a sight to see?

Talkin' to a preacher, said God was on his side
Talkin' to a pusher, they both were sellin' highs
Well, I gotta tell the story, boys,
I don't know the reason why

Chorus

Are you ready for the country?
Are you ready for me?
Better get ready for the country
Ready for me

Are you ready for the country?
Ready for me?
Are you ready for the country?
Ain't that a sight to see?

On a Greyhound bus
Lord, I'm traveling this morning
I'm goin' to Shreveport and down to New Orleans
Been travelin' these highways
Been doin' things my way
It's been making me lonesome, on'ry and mean

Now her hair was jet black
And her name was Codene
She thought she was the queen of the Basin Street Queens
She got tired of that smokey-wine dream
Began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean

We got together, and we cashed in our sweeps
Gave 'em to a beggar who was mumbling through the streets
There's no escaping from his snowy white dreams
Born lookin' lonesome, on'ry and mean

Now I'm down in this valley
Where the wheels turn so low
At dawn I pray to the Lord of my soul
I say do Lord, do right by me
You know I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry and mean

Well, I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain
Around the curve come a passenger train
Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan
Jimmy he's dead, he's been a long time gone
Been a long time gone, a long time gone

If you want to get to heaven, gotta D-I-E
You gotta put on your coat and T-I-E
Want to get the rabbit out of the L-O-G
You gotta make a commotion like D-O-G
Like D-O-G, like D-O-G, yeah

Well, I got a good woman, what's the matter with me?
What makes me want to love every woman I see?
I was trifling when I met her now I'm trifling again
And every woman she sees looks like the place I came in
Looks like the place I came in, yeah, woo place I came in

I got my name painted on my shirt
I ain't no ordinary dude
I don't have to work
I don't have to work

In the white room with black curtains near the station
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

You said, no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves