No Show Jones
Hey George, did you know Waylon and Willie?
The outlaws, I didn't know that at all
Did you know roger was king of the road?
You got it possum
Everyone knows hank's been in prison
We didn't know that
And dolly's got two big reasons she's well known
They call me no show Jones
They call me no show Jones
Still I'm never on
Still never on
Instead of just singin' my songs, my whereabouts are unknown
They call me no show Jones
They call me no show Jones
Here's [?] Loretta is [?] daughter
Ah, she's mighty pretty son
Johnny wears black, his tans all along
Boy, that's lonesome
Everyone knows Kenny is a gambler
I didn't know that at all
About Tammy
Tammy had some kind excuse, she divorced George Jones
They call me no show, they call me no show Jones
I'm still never on
I'm still never on
Instead of just singin' my songs, my whereabouts are unknown
They call me no show Jones
They call me no show Jones
They call me no show, they call me no show Jones
I'm still never on
On what?
The stage
Singin' my songs, the whereabouts are unknown
They call me no show Jones
They call me no show Jones
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