There's a book in the Bible 'twas written by John. It's called 'Revelation, the new light of dawn'. And it tells of a kingdom he found in a prayer. And a hundred and forty four thousand were there.
95 South, 95 South. 95 South from Portland, Maine. When am I ever gonna see you again?. . 95 South, 95 South. 95 South, tryin' to whistle a tune. Potholes deeper that the craters on the moon.
Well, I can't forget the day we met. How I could clearly see. With picture perfect vision. She was the only one for me. . My perception of a heavenly love.
Got sixteen days. One for every time I've gone away. One for every time I should have stayed. Should have wore my wedding ring. . Got sixteen days. Fifteen of those are nights.
Oh wild Billy told me even I would have a chance. If I took a trip down the Georgia highway and asked some girl to dance. Billy said he'd been there, had the best time of his life.
We came up from tennessee. We didn't know much about this city. It had us all in a trance. And all we could do is sing, drink and dance. . 'Cause you're too, too, too much fun.
I don't do believe in certainty. and I don't like routines but. we could be the bestest friends. That we could ever be.... . You don't believe in miracles.
She sat alone on a bus out of beaumont. The courage of just 18 years. A penny and quarter were taped to a letter. And momma's goodbye in her ears. She watched as her high school faded behind her.
You called me by her name again. Thinking I was her again, when's this ever gonna end. You're living somewhere in the past. Missing love that didn't last and what we have is fading fast.
On a midnight train to Laredo. Four aces stepped aboard. Gonna find a Laredo rose. Find out who was she chose. . She is in love with a bearded sanger.
The weather man said there was a pretty good chance. Of a big one coming that night. Everybody in town was locking it down. Closing shutters and finding flash lights.
47 push ups. In a winter-rate. Sea side motel. . I feel like travis bickle. I'm listening to highway to hell. It's a shitty little tape I taped off the radio.
My old friend buried his Mama today. Told me about how he cried bloody tears and prayed. As the preacher shouted loud to believers. The sermon pounded home to redeemers.
Stares all night at the plaster peeling. Off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling. Trying to find some philosophical meaning to life. . But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch.
I wish you lived on the corner where I live. So I could look at you all the day long. Lickety lip got me flippin' my lid, yeah. Nibblin' my thumb 'cause I want me some.
I wish you lived on the corner where I live. So I could look at you all the day long. Lickety lip got me flippin' my lid, yeah. Nibblin' my thumb 'cause I want me some.
My name looks unfamiliar on this barky marky sign. And the love that I've been getting', I can't really call it mine. This blacktop ribbon winds me down an unforgivin' road.
I saw a garage sale. Pulled up in the yard. Found a statue of Jesus. It was eight feet tall. He held out his arms. And he seemed all alone. So I loaded him up.
It's friday night and I've been workin' all week long. After the rent all I have left is this old song. My baby's right beside me, we're gonna have a ball.