George Jones Songtext
von Greg Arcade

Standing here in my bedroom
Twiddling my fingers all night long
Getting real sick of the same routine
Seems like everybody′s singing the same damn songs
Over and over like a fever dream
Ain't nothing they say turns me on
I′m turning this off and taking it back
To the time when the music would rock

I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol' Waylon on
I′m going to get all jacked up
Pour a little Whitley in my dixie cup
Grab them old records and serve them up
Because tonight I′m breaking out the good stuff


Now the irony ain't lost on me
Sitting here singing about the past
Used to be I tried to see
How we could make this new sound last
But the lessons them old boys taught to me
At 33 on old black wax
You don′t give them what somebody thinks will please
Just makes something that kicks! as I'm drinking

That George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol′ Waylon on
I'm going to get all jacked up
Pour a little Whitley in my dixie cup
Grab them old records and serve them up
Because tonight I′m breaking out the good stuff

Now here's some things I know
Living in the past ain't going to make a home
But forgetting old lessons won′t help you grow
Got to take some time and find it on your own
So when the Devil come tell you
"You′ve got a good sound
But I think I can help you get it around." well you
Take that silver
Throw it on the ground
You should have heard better by now


I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol′ Waylon on
I'm going to get all jacked up
Pour a little Whitley in my dixie cup
Grab them old records and serve them up
Because tonight I′m breaking out the good stuff
I'm going to get all jacked up
Pour a little whiskey in my dixie cup
Grab them old records and serve them up
Because tonight I′m breaking out the good stuff