I've heard misfortune losses. And wasted ways before me by the costs. Of givin' someone time enough for spendin'. Love only borrowed. . And I've placed myself at ease.
Bottom of my boots sure are gettin' worn. there's a lot of holes in this faded uniform. My hands are black with dirt and so is my face. I aint never been to hell.
Last night all alone in a barroom. Met a girl with a drink in her hand.. She had ruby red lips, coal black hair. And eyes that would tempt any man.. Then she came and sat down at my table,.
Back here the leaves are turning. On me just like you. And the change is full of color. And it's anything but blue. . I thought that I'd stop living. Without you here to hold.
Lookin' at the weatherman on the ten o'clock news. He says that there's another cold front movin' through. A cold rain's fallin' and it's turnin' to snow.
Time. Won't ease my memory. It's killing me now. And Lord, how I need him here. Just to feel him near. And hear him breathin'. . Still. The night goes on and on.
Spend all your time waiting. For that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There's always one reason. To feel not good enough. And it's hard at the end of the day.
I've tried so hard to keep our home alive. But you don't even care if I'm around. You tell me that somehow our love has died. And you'd rather be set free than be tied down.
Love is where you find it when you find no love at home. And there's nothin' cold as ashes after the fire is gone. . The bottle is almost empty, the clock just now struck ten.
Imagine a world where no music was playing. And think of a Church with nobody praying. Have you ever looked up at a sky with no blue. Then you've seen a picture of me without you.
Imagine a world where no music was playing. And think of a Church with nobody praying. Have you ever looked up at a sky with no blue. Then you've seen a picture of me without you.
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick. On the cigarettes there in the ashtray. Lyin' cold the way you left 'em. But at least your lips caressed them while you packed.
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick. On the cigarettes there in the ashtray. Lyin' cold the way you left 'em. But at least your lips caressed them while you packed.
I've had to burn most every bridge I've crossed,. It seems that everything I've loved I've lost,. When I met you I thought my luck had turned,. Our love's just another bridge to burn..
(Happy Wilson - Luther Patrick). . Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed. When the weather was whizzin' cold. When wind was whistlin' around the house.
Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed. When the weather was a whizzin' cold?. When the wind was a whistlin' round. The house and the moon was yeller as gold.
(John Hadley/Harry Stinson). . If time is a train rollin down the tracks. Every minute is a box car that don't come back. Take a look around you it's all gonna change.
(Steven Dale Jones/Carolyn Dawn Johnson). . Here we are on different sides of the fence. These angry words just don't make any sense. It doesn't really matter, whose right or wrong.
Her husband is a decent man. Kind as anyone you know. But whiskey got a hold of him. And won't let go and even though. . She hates him when he's stumbling.
(Mark Spiro). . Maybe he lives in the city. Workin' on a college degree. Or maybe he's a boy in Paris. Tryin' to paint a picture of me. . So I'm sorry that I can't go any further with you.