ATF: Hookin'

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Mac Davis]

Baby Don’t Get Hooked On Me

Mac Davis

Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes

And it's startin' to worry me

I ain't ready for no family ties

Nobody's gonna hurry me

Just keep it friendly girl

‘Cause I don't wanna leave

Don't start clingin' to me girl

‘Cause I can't breathe

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

'Cause I'll just use you

Then I'll set you free

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

Girl you're a hot-blooded woman-child

And it's warm where you're touchin' me

But I can tell by your tremblin' smile

You're seein' way too much in me

Girl don't let your life get tangled up with mine

'Cause I'll just leave you

I can't take no clingin' vine

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

'Cause I'll just use you

Then I'll set you free

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me

'Cause I'll just use you

Then I'll set you free

Baby baby

Don't get hooked on me…

Link: [Blue Swede]

Hooked on a Feeling

Blue Swede

Ooga shaka ooga ooga…

I can't stop this feeling

Deep inside of me

Girl you just don't realize

What you do to me

When you hold me

In your arms so tight

You let me know

Everything's all right

I

I'm hooked on a feeling

I'm high on believing

That you're in love with me

Lips as sweet as candy

Its taste is on my mind

Girl you got me thirsty

For another cup of wine

I got it bad for you girl

But I don't need no cure

I'll just stay afflicted

If I can for sure

All the good love

When we're all alone

Keep it up girl

Yeah you turn me on

I

I'm hooked on a feeling

I'm high on believing

That you're in love with me

All the good love

When we're all alone

Keep it up girl

Yeah you turn me on

I

I'm hooked on a feeling

I'm high on believing

That you're in love with me

I'm hooked on a feeling

I'm high on believing

That you're in love with me

I said I'm hooked on a feeling

And I'm high on believing

That you're in love with me

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ATF: Manly Men

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Mac Davis]

It’s Hard to be Humble

Mac Davis

Back a few months ago, I was headlinin’ at a great big nightclub, and he put me up a couple of days early.  I came in a couple of days early, and he put me up in what they called the star suite.  Now, here I am headlinin’ at one of the biggest nightclubs in the country, and I wake up at eight in the mornin’ in this star suite—all by myself.  Yeah, that’s what I said, “Aaah,” but I did what I have always done, man, to cheer myself up.  I picked up my guitar.  I sat down and wrote me a little song.  Now, this is what it feels to be alone at the top of the hill, and tryin’ to  figure out why.

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble

When you're perfect in every way

I can't wait to look in the mirror

‘Cause I get better lookin’ each day

To know me is to love me

I must be a hell of a man

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble

But I'm doing the best that I can

I used to have a girlfriend

But she just couldn't compete

With all of these love-starved women

Who keep clamorin’ at my feet

Well I probably could find me another

But I guess they're all in awe of me

Who cares

I never get lonesome

‘Cause I treasure my own company

Oh

Lord it's hard to be humble

When you're perfect in every way

I can't wait to look in the mirror

‘Cause I get better lookin’ each day

To know me is to love me

I must be a hell of a man

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble

But I'm doing the best that I can

I guess you could say I'm a loner

A cowboy outlaw tough and proud

I could have lots of friends if I want to

But then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd

Some folks say that I'm egotistical

Hell I don't even know what that means

I guess it has something to do with the way

That I fill out my skin-tight blue jeans

Oh

Lord it's hard to be humble

When you're perfect in every way

I can't wait to look in the mirror

‘Cause I get better lookin’ each day

To know me is to love me

I must be a hell of a man

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble

But I'm doing the best that I can

We're doing the best that we can

Link: [Tompall Glaser]

Put Another Log on the Fire

Tompall Glaser

Put another log on the fire

Cook me up some bacon

And some beans

And go out to the car

And change the tire

Wash my socks

And sew my old blue jeans

Come on baby

You can fill my pipe

And then go fetch my slippers

And boil me up another pot of tea

Then put another log on the fire

Babe

And come and tell me why you're leavin’ me

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday

Don't I warn you when you're gettin’ fat

Ain't I gonna take you fishin' with me someday

Well a man can't love a woman more than that

Ain't I always nice to your kid sister

Don't I take her drivin’ every night

So sit here at my feet

‘Cause I like you when you're sweet

And you know it ain't feminine to fight

So

Put another log on the fire

Cook me up some bacon

And some beans

Go out to the car

And lift it up

And change the tire

Wash my socks

And sew my old blue jeans

Come on baby

You can fill my pipe

And then go fetch my slippers

And boil me up another pot of tea

Then put another log on the fire

Babe

And come and tell me why you're leavin’ me

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ATF: Panhandlin'

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Mac Davis]

Texas in My Rearview Mirror

Mac Davis

I was just fifteen

And outta control

Lost to James Dean

And rock and roll

I knew down deep

In my country soul

That I had to get away

Hollywood was

A lady in red

Who danced in my dreams

As I tossed in bed

I knew I'd wind up

In jail or dead

If I had to stay

I thought

Happiness was Lubbock Texas

In my rear view mirror

My momma kept callin’ me home

But I just did not want to hear her

And the vision was getting’ clearer

In my dreams

So I laid out one night in June

Stoned on the glow of the Texas moon

Hummin’ an old Buddy Holly tune

Called Peggy Sue

With my favorite jeans

And a cheap guitar

I ran off chasin’ a distant star

If Buddy Holly could make it that far

I figured I could too

And I thought

Happiness was Lubbock Texas

In my rear view mirror

My momma kept callin’ me home

But I just did not want to hear her

And the vision was getting’ clearer

In my dreams

But the Hollywood moon didn't smile

The same old smile

That I'd grown up with

The lady in red

Just wanted my last dime

And I cried myself to sleep at night

Too dumb to run

Too scared to fight

And too proud

To admit it

At the time

So I got me some gigs

On Saturday nights

Not much more

Than orchestrated fights

I'd come home drunk

And I'd try to write

But the words came out wrong

Hell-bent and bound

For a wasted youth

Too much gin

And not enough vermouth

And no one to teach me

How to seek the truth

Before I put it into song

I still thought

Happiness was Lubbock Texas

In my rear view mirror

My momma kept callin’ me home

But I just could not

Would not hear her

And the vision was gettin’ clearer

In my dreams

Well I thank God

Each and every day

For givin’ me the music

And the words to say

I'd a never made it any other way

He was my only friend

Now I sleep a little better at night

When I look in the mirror

In the mornin’ light

The man I see

Was both wrong and right

He's goin’ home again

I guess

Happiness was Lubbock, Texas

In my rear view mirror

But now

Happiness is Lubbock Texas

Growin’

Nearer

And dearer

And the vision is gettin’ clearer

In my dreams

And I think I finally know

Just what it means

And when I die

You can bury me

In Lubbock Texas

In my jeans

Link: [George Strait]

Amarillo By Morning

George Strait

Amarillo by mornin'

Up from San Antone

Everything that I've got

Is just what I've got on

When that sun is high

In that Texas sky

I'll be buckin' at the county fair

Amarillo by mornin'

Amarillo

I'll be there

They took my saddle in Houston

Broke my leg in Santa Fe

Lost my wife and a girlfriend

Somewhere along the way

But I'll be lookin’ for eight

When they pull that gate

And I hope that judge

Ain't blind

Amarillo by mornin'

Amarillo’s on my mind

Amarillo by mornin'

Up from San Antone

Everything that I've got

Is just what I've got on

I ain't got a dime

But what I've got is mine

I ain't rich

But Lord

I'm free

Amarillo by mornin'

Amarillo's where I'll be

Amarillo by mornin'

Amarillo's where I'll be

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