"Fate With a Capital F" as written by and Butch Hancock Joe Ely....
Too many cigarettes
Too many cheap regrets
Too much whiskey but I’ll never fret
I got money to burn
Fate with a capital F
Ah, she doesn’t budge

Too many stinkin hotels
Too many sinkin’ spells
I ain’t been to bed—I ain’t goin’ yet
I got money for love
And fate with a capital F

Ah, she doesn’t budge
She doesn’t budge

[Hey, hold it a minute, ghost
Hey boys, everybody, try this]

She ain’t gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
Oh, you be the judge
Fate with a capital F

Looking out of boxcar doors
Wondering where I’m heading for
I woke up this morning in New Orleans
Looking back at the same old town
Same old things I never found
Headed for some place I’ve never seen

She ain’t gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
You be the judge
Fate with a capital F

Too many cigarettes
Too many cheap regrets
Face to face with the bottom of the bottle again
It’ll never take her place
Even whiskey can’t erase
Memories of the way things might gave been

She ain’t gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
Ah, you be the judge
Fate with a capital F

She ain’t gonna budge
You can see it for yourself
You be the judge
Fate with a capital F

Yeah, you be the judge …



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    General CommentOff the cd "Songs From Chippy", the play "Chippy" was written by Jo Harvey Allen and Terry Allen, commissioned by The American Music Theater Festival, Philadelphia. Chippy tells the tales of a West Texas hooker. Terry Allen sings with Joe Ely on this song.
    sillybunnyon August 19, 2006   Link

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