Live At The Grand Ole Opry

Words and music by hank williams, sr.

Well, [g] why don't you love me like you used to do
How come you treat me like a [d7] worn out shoe
My [g] hair's still curly and my [c] eyes are still blue
[g] why don't you love me like you [d7] used to [g] do.

Ain't had no [c] lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
In a [d7] long, long [g] while
We don't get nearer or further or closer
Than a country [d7] mile;

Why don't you spark me like you used to do
And say sweet nothin's like you used to coo
I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through
So, why don't you love me like you used to do.

Well, why don't you be just like you used to be
How come you find so many faults with me
Somebody's changed so let me give you a clue
Why don't you love me like you used to do.

Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
In a long, long while
We don't get nearer or further
Than a country mile;

Why don't you say the things you used to say
What makes you treat me like a piece of clay
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why don't you love me like you used to do.

1. [d]goodbye joe, me gotta go, me oh [a]my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the [d]bayou
My yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh [a]my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the [d]bayou

Chorus:
[d]jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a file [a]gumbo
'cause tonight i'm gonna see my machez a[d]mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be [a]gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the [d]bayou.

2. instrumental verse (country fiddle solo)

3. [d]thibodeaux, fontainbleau, the place is [a]buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the [d]dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh [a]my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the [d]bayou.

Repeat chorus

4. instrumental verse (country fiddle solo)

Final chorus:
[d]jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet [a]gumbo
'cause tonight i'm gonna see my machez a[d]mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be [a]gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the b[d]ayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the b[d]ayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the b[d]ayou.

Words and music by hank williams, sr.

When my [d] baby moved out and the blues moved in
There wasn't nothin' i could do
But mosey around with my head in my hands
Lord [a7] what am i comin' [d] to
I just keep [a7] moanin' [p]
[nc] moa-oanin' the blues. [d] ... [d7]

I [*g7] wrote a nice, long [d] letter
Sayin' [*g7] mama please come [d] home
Your [e7] dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some
And [a7] all i [am] do is [a7] moan ...
I been [d] lovin' that gal for so doggone long
I can't afford to lose her now
I thought i was right but i must of been wrong
'cause my [a7] head is startin' to bow [d]
And now i'm [a7] moanin' [p]
[nc] moa-oanin' the blues. [d]

If you want a good gal to stay around
You gotta treat her nice and kind
If you do her wrong she'll leave this tonw
And you'll almost lose your mlind
Then you'll moanin'; moa-oanin' the blues.

Aw! baby, baby, baby
Honey baby, please come home
Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some and all i do is moan
I promise you baby that i'll be good
And i'll never be bad no more
I'm sittin' here waitin' for you right now
To walk through that front door
Then i'll stop moanin'; moa-oanin' the blues.

i tried so hard my dear to show that you're my every dream.
Yet you're afraid each thing i do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can't i free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now for things i didn't do
In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
Why can't i free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart

You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry
You know you need and want my love yet you're afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just ain't smart
Why can't i free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

There was a time when i believed that you belonged to me
But now i know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more i learn to care for you,the more we drift apart
Why can't i free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

Words and music by hank williams, sr.

[g] you wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and un-[d7] packin' your [g] junk
Your daddy's mad; he's done got pee-eeved
You're gonna change [d7] or i'm a-gonna [g] leave.

Chorus
You're gonna [c7] change your way of livin'
Change the things you do
Stop [g] doin' all the things that you oughten too
Your daddy's mad; he's done got pee-eeved
You're gonna change [d7] or i'm a-gonna [g] leave.

This ain't right and that is wrong
You just keep naggin', all the day long
Its gotta stop, i don't mean plea-ease
Now, you're gonna change or i'm a-gonna leave.

The way to keep a woman happy
And make her do what's right
Is love her ev'ry mornin', bawl her out at night
Your daddy's mad; he's done got pee-eeved
Now, you're gonna change or i'm a-gonna leave.

Ev'ry time you get mad
You pack your rags and go back to dad
You tell him lies he don't belie-ieve
Now, you're gonna change or i'm a-gonna leave.

Chorus

Written and recorded by hank williams.
Copyright, acuff-rose music, inc./hiriam music (bmi).
Originally released in march, 1950.
Transcribed by darragh egan <darragh@switchtech.net> from
"hank williams - the original singles colection" (disc 2, track 9).

I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by;
But i got to the river so lonesome i wanted to die..., oh lord!
And then i jumped in the river, but the doggone river was dry.she's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.

I had me a woman who couldn't be true.
She made me for my money and she made me blue.
A man needs a woman that he can lean on,
But my leanin' post is done left and gone.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.

I'm gonna find me a river, one that's cold as ice.
And when i find me that river, lord i'm gonna pay the price, oh lord!
I'm goin' down in it three times, but lord i'm only comin up twice.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.

She told me on sunday she was checkin' me out;
Long about monday she was nowhere about.
And here it is tuesday, ain't had no news.
I got them gone but not forgotten blues.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.

Key f writers, aubry gass and tex ritter


(f) well when i woke up this mornin',
There was a note upon my door,
Said don't make me no coffee babe,
'cause i won't be back no more,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've (c7) sent your saddle (f) home.


Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale,
Daniel in the lion's den,
But i know a guy that didn't try to get along,
And he won't get a chance again,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've fetched your saddle home.


Now she didn't forward no address,
Nor she didn't say goodbye,
All she said was if you get blue,
Just hang your little head and cry,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've sent your saddle home.


Now my gal's short and stubby,
She's strong as she can be,
But if that little old gal of mine,
Ever get's a-hold of me,
That's all she wrote, dear john,
I've sent your saddle home.


Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale,
Daniel in the lion's den,
But i know a man that didn't try to get along,
And he won't get a chance again,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've fetched your saddle home.


Now i went down to the bank this morning,
The cashier said with a grin,
I feel so sorry for you hank,
But your wife has done been in,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've sent your saddle home.

Recorded by: hank williams, sr.
Writer: hank williams, sr.

If [c] you're lovin' me like i'm lovin' you
Baby, we're really in [g7] love
If you're happy with me like i'm happy with you
Old cupid just gave us a shove [c]
If you're thinkin' of me like i'm thinkin' of you
Then i know what you're thinkin' [g7] of
If you're lovin' me like i'm lovin' you
Baby, we're really in love. [c] [c7]

I [f] run around in [c] circles
And [f] turn in fire a-[c] larms
I'm [f] nutty as a fruit-[c] cake
When [d7] you're not in my [g7] arms
If [c] you're meant for me like i'm meant for you
Baby, we fit like a [g7] glove
If you're lovin' me like i'm lovin' you
Baby, we're really in love. [c]

If you're lovin' me like i'm lovin' you
Baby, we're really in love.
If you're countin' on me like i'm countin' on you
Old cupid just gave us a shove
If you're dreamin' of me like i'm dreamin' of you
Then i know what you're dreamin' of
If you're lovin' me like i'm lovin' you
Baby, we're really in love.

My folks think i've gone crazy
And i don't feel too sure
And yet there's nothin' wrong with me
That weddin' bells won't cure
If you go for me like i go for you
Baby, we fit like a glove
If you're lovin' me like i'm lovin' you
Baby, we're really in love.

Written by curley williams 1952
Used by permission of brent l. weldon, curley's grandson

If you love me half as much as i love you
You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do
You're nice to me when there's no one else around
You only build me up to let me down

If you missed me half as much as i miss you
You wouldn't stay away half as much as you do
I know that i would never feel so blue
If you only loved me half as much as i love you
Repeat both verses