Pinwheel of Death

Hank Mills


SONGS

Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 1971

Lyrics BEFORE THAT SUNDAY MORNING PAPER
HITS OUR DRIVEWAY,
ANGEL AND I ARE TRAV'LING
SOME OLD SCENIC HIGHWAY.
LOOK IN THE BACK SEAT,
OUR LITTLE SLEEPYHEADS
STILL DREAM OF YESTERDAY;
SOON THEY'LL WAKE UP SMILING
'CAUSE IT'S ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
ANGEL AND I SIT CLOSER
THAN A PAIR OF LOVEBIRDS;
WE SHARE A CUP OF COFFEE
SWEETENED BY HER LOVE WORDS.
HERE COMES THE SUNSHINE,
THE JOYS OF OUR LIFE
ARE RARIN' TO RUN AND PLAY,
MY, THE HAPPINESS THEY ADD
TO ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
SURE
I COULD STILL BE LYING IN BED
OR READING THAT PAPER
IN THE DEN,
HOOKING AND SLICING
THAT LITTLE WHITE BALL
WITH MY GOLFING BUDDIES
LOSING TEN.
BUT I LOVE ANGEL
AND THE KIDS TOO MUCH
TO START THE WEEK THAT WAY,
NOTHING'S MORE IMPORTANT
THAN OUR ANGEL'S SUNDAY.

ANGEL TAUGHT ME
THE ART OF LOVING ONE ANOTHER;
WE SHARE OUR UPS AND DOWNS
AND EVEN WITH EACH OTHER.
AN ANGEL ON EARTH
OR AT LEAST TO US,
SHE LIVES HER LIFE THAT WAY;
ANGEL MORE THAN ME,
DESERVES AN ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
AS WE LOAD UP THE CAR
TO END OUR DAY OF LIVING,
THE KIDS AND I
KISS ANGEL'S LIPS
WITH TRUE THANKSGIVING.
LOOK IN THE BACK SEAT,
OUR LITTLE SLEEPYHEADS
YAWN AS THE DAYLIGHT FADES.
MONDAY'S NEVER BLUE
BECAUSE OF ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
SURE I COULD BE MOWING THE LAWN
OR WATCHING THAT BALL GAME
OF THE DAY,
SLIPPING AND SLIDING
IN A MUDDY STREAM,
FUSSING AT THOSE FISH
THAT GOT AWAY,
BUT I LOVE ANGEL
AND THE KIDS TOO MUCH
TO START THE WEEK THAT WAY.
NOTHING'S MORE IMPORTANT
THAN OUR ANGEL'S SUNDAY.
Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country, Pop

Recorded 1965

Lyrics [Chorus]:
I'M GONNA HAVE
A BIG JOB
PICKIN' UP
THE PIECES,
BIG JOB
MAKIN' THE ROUNDS,
BIG JOB
TELLING
ALL THE LADIES
MY PRETTY MAMA
IS A-COMING TO TOWN.

[verse 1]:
NOW THE PHONE
IS A-RINGIN'
AND THE NEWS
IT'S A-BRINGIN',
GONNA PUT AN END
TO ALL
MY WILD NIGHT LIFE.
A GREYHOUND'S
A-COMING
AND THE WHEELS
ARE A-HUMMIN'
AND MY PRETTY MAMA'S
COMING HOME TONIGHT.

[Chorus]:
I'M GONNA HAVE
A BIG JOB
PICKIN' UP
THE PIECES,
BIG JOB
MAKIN' THE ROUNDS,
BIG JOB
TELLING ALL THE LADIES
MY PRETTY MAMA
IS A-COMING TO TOWN.

[verse 2]:
THE LIGHTS
WERE BURNIN' BRIGHT
EACH AND EV'RY
SINGLE NIGHT,
PARTIES GOIN' ON
TILL THE BREAK
OF DAY.
IF I DIDN'T
MAKE IT CLEAR,
LADIES STAY AWAY
FROM HERE,
DEATH'LL BE
AN HOUR AND A HALF
AWAY.

[Chorus]:
I'M GONNA HAVE
A BIG JOB
PICKIN' UP
THE PIECES,
BIG JOB
MAKIN' THE ROUNDS,
BIG JOB
TELLING ALL THE LADIES
MY PRETTY MAMA
IS A-COMING TO TOWN.

[verse 3]:
I GUESS I BETTER SCAT
DOWN TO THE LAUNDRY MAT
AND WASH OUT
ALL THEM LIPSTICK STAINS.
TIDY UP THE HOUSE A BIT,
GET EV'RYTHING SET,
GOOD THING
SHE ISN'T COMING
BY PLANE.

[Chorus]:
I'M GONNA HAVE
A BIG JOB
PICKIN' UP
THE PIECES,
BIG JOB
MAKIN' THE ROUNDS,
BIG JOB
TELLING ALL THE LADIES
MY PRETTY MAMA
IS A-COMING TO TOWN.
Writers Walter Haynes, Hank Mills

Genres Country, Americana, Classic Country

Recorded 1965

Lyrics WHO IS THAT GIRL
WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL
IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG
OLE HIGHWAY?

ROLLING DOWN
THE HIGHWAY
IN MY JIMMY,
HAULING FREIGHT
FROM CHICAGO
TO ST. LOUIE
LAWD,
I SEE HER
EVERY DAY.

A DOUBLE CLUTCHING
WEASEL
LIKE ME
HARDLY GETS A GIRL
ANYWHERE
WHO'LL LOOK AT ME
THAT WAY,
LIKE THE GIRL
WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL
IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG
OLE HIGHWAY.

WOW!,
WHAT A GIRL
WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL
IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG
OLE HIGHWAY.
I BET
IT WOULDN'T TAKE HER
VERY LONG
TO GET GONE
IF SOMEONE
WOULD PULL
A DIRTY LITTLE TRICK
AND TAKE
HER TOWEL AWAY.

I SLOW MY JIMMY DOWN
TO TWENTY,
THAT'S HOW MANY WRECKS
I SEE THERE
EVERY DAY,
CAUSED BY
THE GIRL WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL
IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG
OLE HIGHWAY.

I LOVE THE GIRL
WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL
IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG
OLE HIGHWAY.
I GUESS
I'M GETTING BOLDER
'CAUSE I'D RATHER
KISS
AND HOLD HER
THAN JUST KEEP
A-LOOKING AT HER
EVERY DAY.

AT FOUR FORTY FIVE
COFFEE DRINKING -
EATING TIME,
JIMMIE SHIMMIED
WHILE I WOKE UP
THE ARTIST
THAT PAINTED
THAT DISPLAY
OF THE GIRL
WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL.
DOG-GONE THAT GIRL
WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL
IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG
OLE HIGHWAY.

THE SLEEPY-HEADED PAINTER
SAID THE GIRL WASN'T REAL,
AND I'D BETTER
GET THE COO-COO
ON MY WAY.
ON ROUTE 66
FROM THE BILLBOARD
TO CHICAGO,
YOU WILL FIND
TINY PIECES
OF MY HEART
SCATTERED
EVERY WHICH-A-WAY,
SHATTERED
BY THE GIRL
WEARING NOTHING
BUT A SMILE
AND A TOWEL
IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG OLE
HIGHWAY.

IN THE PICTURE
ON THE BILLBOARD
IN THE FIELD
NEAR THE BIG OLE
HIGHWAY.
Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 1999

Lyrics I THOUGHT I COULD,
BUT I CAN'T GO ON
LOVING YOU.
IT HURTS TOO MUCH,
KNOWING YOU'VE STOPPED
LOVING ME.
DON'T ASK ME
WHO'S TO BLAME,
OR WHY IT'S TRUE,
I ONLY KNOW
I CAN'T GO ON LOVING YOU.
SLOWLY,
BUT SURELY,
OUR LOVE BECAME
A MEM'RY.
AND HEAVEN KNOWS,
I CAN'T LIVE ON MEMORIES.
DON'T ASK ME
WHERE I'M GOING
OR JUST WHAT I'LL DO,
I ONLY KNOW
I CAN'T GO ON LOVING YOU;
I ONLY KNOW
I CAN'T GO ON LOVING YOU.
Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 1969

Lyrics KAY,
WITH ALL YOUR SINGING TALENT
BACK IN HOUSTON,
NASHVILLE'S
ALL YOU TALKED ABOUT.
I SOLD EVERYTHING I OWNED
TO BRING YOU HERE,
NOW YOU'LL BE FAMOUS,
THERE'S NO DOUBT.
LAST WEEK
YOU KNOCKED 'EM OUT
IN NEW YORK,
TONIGHT
CHICAGO'S GOING WILD,
KAY,
YOUR NEW RECORD
ON THE JUKEBOX
DON'T SOUND BAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
CAUTION LIGHTS
BLINKING OUT
THEIR WARNING,
SOME OLD FAITHFUL
BIG BEN CLOCK
CHIMES THREE A.M.,
STARVING HOUND DOGS
SEARCH THE TRASH CANS,
MY GAS TANK COULD STAND
A DOLLAR'S WORTH AGAIN.
ALL THOSE CHUCK HOLES
HERE ON MAIN STREET
JAR MY RIB CAGE,
I COULD CUSS.
KAY,
THE CROWD OF NIGHTLIFE PEOPLE
LOOK SO SAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
TWO YOUNG SOLDIERS
FROM FORT CAMPBELL
TOLD ME HOW
THEY HATE THAT WAR
IN VIETNAM,
SIRENS ECHOED
THROUGH AN ALLEY
AND SOME WOMAN SAID
A FELLOW STABBED A MAN.
I RUSHED MISS TEENAGE
TO A DOCTOR,
SHE BEGGED
TO GIVE THE CHILD
MY NAME.
I'VE LOST COUNT
OF CUPS OF COFFEE
I'VE HAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
THREE ROSE PETALS
ON MY FRONT SEAT
FALLEN FROM THE BOUQUET
JIMMY TOOK TO JUNE.
JIM KEPT MUMBLING
THROUGH HIS TEARDROPS
GOD,
SHE'LL LEAVE THIS WORLD
WITH FLOWERS IN HER ROOM.
KAY,
I SHOWED SOME DRUNK
YOUR PICTURE
AND HE MADE
SOME SMART REMARK,
SO I HIT HIM
IN THE MOUTH,
BOY, WAS I MAD!
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.

GUITARS,
ORGANS,
HORNS,
VIOLINS AND PIANOS,
HOW THEY PLAY,
GRINDING OUT
THE LATEST SOUNDS
FROM MUSIC CITY, U.S.A.
KAY,
ALTHOUGH I'VE LOST YOU
TO THE SWINGING MUSIC WORLD,
I KISS PICTURES
OF THOSE HAPPY TIMES
WE'VE HAD
KAY,
I'M LIVING,
YET I'M DYING,
STARING OUT
AT MUSIC CITY
FROM MY CAB.
Writers Dick Jennings, Hank Mills

Genres Country, Pop

Recorded 1967

Lyrics I'M PRAYING FOR RAIN IN CALIFORNIA
SO THE GRAPES CAN GROW
AND THEY CAN MAKE MORE WINE,
AN' I'M SITTING IN A HONKY
IN CHICAGO,
WITH A BROKEN HEART
AND A WOMAN ON MY MIND.

I MATCH THE MAN BEHIND THE BAR
FOR THE JUKEBOX
AND THE MUSIC TAKES ME BACK
TO TENNESSEE,
WHEN THEY ASK:
WHO'S THE FOOL
IN THE CORNER CRYING?
I SAY LITTLE OLE WINE DRINKER, ME.

I CAME HERE LAST WEEK
FROM DOWN IN NASHVILLE,
'CAUSE MY BABY LEFT
FOR FLORIDA ON A TRAIN,
I THOUGHT I'D GET A JOB
AND JUST FORGET HER,
BUT IN CHICAGO
A BROKEN HEART IS STILL THE SAME.

I MATCH THE MAN BEHIND THE BAR
FOR THE JUKEBOX
AND THE MUSIC TAKES ME BACK
TO TENNESSEE,
WHEN THEY ASK:
WHO'S THE FOOL
IN THE CORNER CRYING?
I SAY LITTLE OLE WINE DRINKER, ME.
Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 2002

Lyrics JUST LIKE SOME BREEZE,
YOU'VE DRIFTED BACK AGAIN.
YOU DIDN'T BOTHER
TO INFORM ME,
YOU KNEW I'D LET YOU IN.
I THOUGHT I KNEW IT ALL
BUT I'M STILL LEARNING
YES,
I'M JUST AN OLD BRIDGE
THAT YOU KEEP BURNING.
YOU JUST CAN'T STAND
TO SEE MY WORLD
GO 'ROUND,
WITH JUST A KISS
OUR WORLD'S COLLIDE
AND MINE
COMES CRASHING DOWN.
YOU STAND BY LAUGHING
WHILE IT'S OVERTURNING
YES,
I'M ONLY AN OLD BRIDGE
THAT YOU KEEP BURNING.
WHAT IS THIS MAGIC SPELL
YOU WEAVE
TO MAKE SURE
I CAN'T WIN?
WHAT IS THIS POWER
YOU POSSESS
TO LIGHT THE FLAME
AGAIN?
BEFORE THIS HURTING'S
GONE,
YOU'LL BE RETURNING
YES,
I'M JUST AN OLD BRIDGE
THAT YOU KEEP BURNING.
Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country, Ballad, Classic Country

Recorded 1965

Lyrics SEND ME NO ROSES,
PLEASE,
NO MORE ROSES
YOUR ROSES
CAN'T HOLD ME,
WHAT I NEED MOST
IS YOU.

verse 1:
WITHOUT FAIL EV'RYDAY
SINCE YOU WENT AWAY
THE DOORBELL RINGS,
YOU'RE SENDING ROSES
AGAIN.
IN MY ROOM
OLD PETALS FALL
BUT, DARLING,
THAT'S NOT ALL
I READ YOUR CARD,
THEN TEARS
BEGIN TO FALL.

Chorus:
SEND ME NO ROSES,
PLEASE,
NO MORE ROSES
ROSES ARE RED,
I KNOW,
BUT THROUGH MY TEARS
THEY LOOK BLUE.
SEND ME NO ROSES,
PLEASE,
NO MORE ROSES
YOUR ROSES
CAN'T HOLD ME,
WHAT I NEED MOST
IS YOU.

verse 2:
I BELIEVE
WHAT THEY SAY,
THAT TRUE LOVE
WILL MAKE A WAY,
ALTHOUGH AT TIMES
IT GOES FROM RIGHT
TO WRONG.
IF SOMEDAY
YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND,
MY DARLING,
YOU WILL FIND
THAT ROSES DIE
BUT MY LOVE
FOR YOU LIVES ON.

Chorus:
SEND ME NO ROSES,
PLEASE,
NO MORE ROSES
ROSES ARE RED,
I KNOW,
BUT THROUGH MY TEARS
THEY LOOK BLUE.
SEND ME NO ROSES,
PLEASE,
NO MORE ROSES
YOUR ROSES
CAN'T HOLD ME,
WHAT I NEED MOST
IS YOU.

verse 3:
THOUGH THE LOVE
WE ONCE KNEW
STILL LIVES
INSIDE OF YOU,
THE ONE
WHO HOLDS YOU NOW
WON'T SET YOU FREE.
TO SEE ME,
YOU DON'T DARE,
BUT ROSES SAY
YOU CARE.
TELL HER GOODBYE
THEN PLEASE RETURN
TO ME.

Chorus:
SEND ME NO ROSES,
PLEASE,
NO MORE ROSES
ROSES ARE RED,
I KNOW,
BUT THROUGH MY TEARS
THEY LOOK BLUE.
SEND ME NO ROSES,
PLEASE,
NO MORE ROSES
YOUR ROSES
CAN'T HOLD ME,
WHAT I NEED MOST
IS YOU.
Alt. Title Walking Bum

Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 1969

Lyrics THE RAILROAD
DON'T GO THERE,
AIRPLANES
DON'T GO THERE,
GREYHOUND
DON'T GO THERE,
ANYWHERE
NEAR THERE.
THAT MEAN
I GOTTA WALK,
GOTTA STICK OUT
MY THUMB.
BUT THE FOLKS
'ROUND THESE HERE PARTS,
CHILD,
THEY DON'T FIGURE
NO WALKIN' BUM.

MY BABY
SENT ME THERE,
I DIDN'T
WANNA GO THERE,
SAID I'D FIND
SOME WORK THERE,
OR SOMEWHERE
NEAR THERE.
I DIDN'T
GET NO JOB,
NO I DIDN'T
GET NONE.
BUT I'M ON THIS
HIGHWAY,
I AIN'T NOTHIN'
BUT A WALKIN' BUM.

I'M A-WALKIN'
IN THE RAIN,
AND I'M A-WALKIN'
IN THE SUN,
BUT I AIN'T
GOT NO CHOICE,
WHEN YOU'RE
A WALKIN' BUM.
GOTTA GET BACK
HOME,
NOW,
ANY WAY
THAT I CAN,
THE ROCKS AND STONES
ARE HURTING MY FEET,
THIS WALKIN' BUM
IS STILL A MAN.
Writers Hank Mills

Genres Country

Recorded 1965

Lyrics THE OLD SMELL OF THE CORN
WAKES ME EVERY MORN,
I DRIVE TO THE STILL
FOR A TWENTY GALLON FILL.
LAWD,
I HATE TO GET DRESSED,
YOU DON'T GET A LOTTA REST
WHEN YOU'RE RUNNING
THE WHITE LIGHTNING EXPRESS.
I BUILT A TRICKY
LITTLE BUMPER
ON THE BACK OF MY CAR,
IT CAME IN HANDY
ONE DAY.
THE FEDERAL BOYS
LOCKED BUMPERS WITH ME,
I PUSHED A LITTLE BUTTON
AND I GOT AWAY.
WELL,
WITH ONE STATE DRY
AND THE OTHER ONE WET,
I'M GONNA END UP
TO BE A MILLIONAIRE YET.
FROM EAST TO WEST
I'M A-MASHIN'
THE BEST,
AND A-RUNNING
THE WHITE LIGHTNING EXPRESS.

WELL, MY MOMMY TOLD ME
IT'S ILLEGAL YOU SEE,
WHAT HAPPENED TO DAD
CAN HAPPEN TO ME.
MY DAD WAS THE BEST,
BUT THEY LAID HIM TO REST
FROM A-RUNNING
THE WHITE LIGHTNING EXPRESS.
I TOOK
MY MOONSHINE BABY ALONG
AND SHE'S GETTING PRETTY GOOD
AT MY TRICKS,
IF THE TEN PENNY NAILS
DON'T SLOW DOWN THE LAW,
SHE'LL POUR OUT THE OIL
AND RUN 'EM IN THE DITCH.
WELL,
WITH ONE STATE DRY
AND THE OTHER ONE WET,
I'M GONNA END UP
TO BE A MILLIONAIRE YET.
THAT IS
IF I DON'T MEET MY DEATH
FROM A-RUNNING
THE WHITE LIGHTNING EXPRESS.