All my soldiers march Been through it all I'm a warrior of love I'm a warrior of life I'm a one woman army Get what I want Do what I say One thing's for sure Don't take no mess

You got me runnin', you got me searchin' It's so sad if that's the way it's over Hold on (hold on), sweet talkin' lover (hold on) Slow down (slow down), sweet talkin' woman (She's gone so long) What can I do? I gotta get back to you (Where could she be?)

Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone, with the wind Ride on train Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far, far away Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door, I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah Tuesday's gone with the

I like dirt, I like dirt Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down, get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one Well, I like dirt, well, I like dirt, well, I like dirt Live in a dream Some come slow and

A man this lonely needs a woman like you A man this lonely A man this blue A man whose world's been torn in two Needs somebody With a heart that's true Two arms this empty Need someone to hold A man this lost needs somewhere to go

And if I was a bettin' woman I'd lay my money down I'd bet he spends more time in them woods Than he spends in this house I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', No good blue tick

Have you ever loved a woman So much you tremble in pain? So much it's a shame and a sin. And you know you can't leave her alone? And all the time you know She bears another man's name. But you just love that woman You just love that woman But all the

Yeah, I'm so sorry He's in the corner growlin' or layin' down Yeah, I stop by my baby's house He start jumpin' from wall to wall Yeah, my woman got a crosseyed cat Livin' there with her in her home I got to leave my woman alone I got to leave my baby

I hate to see that evening sun go down Cause my baby, he's gone left this town Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way St. Louis woman with her diamond ring Pulls that man

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row