Yesterday morning, just before noon. I passed a girl wearing your old perfume. And I stopped and stared. I could almost see you standing there. . Don't get me wrong, I'm almost over you.
Tonight I told all my friends goodbye. And I walked away so they wouldn't see me cry. And head for swingin' doors as fast as I can. For what love had done to me shouldn't happen to a man.
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.
I sold my horse & saddle. Rode the Greydog to New. My guitar & 50 dollars. Between bein all alone. . Found a job that pays ok. But it costs twice as much to stay.
Where ever you go we go amigo. Been there through thick and thin. Down and out and back again. Where ever you go we go amigo. On the road that leads us to the setting sun.
You're not gone,really gone. You'll be back, I know you will. You're just taking a walk. On the wild side of life. . In my house are many heartaches. Loneliness is all around.
A man has his dream. He hopes he prays. He laughs he cries. A man tries his best. Sometimes he falls. A man does what he has to do. And a woman does too.
Before you take another step there's something you should know. About the years ahead and how they'll be. You'll be living in a world where roses hardly ever grow.
Would you please play. A real country song. Where's your conscience. What's the problem. Speak up and say what's wrong. Play Loretta. Or some Conway. Some Haggard and George Jones.
(Cyndi Thomson/Tommy Lee James/Jennifer Kimball). . Where do I start. Lying on a blanket underneath the stars. With your head on my chest. I always liked that best.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado. And as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained, we laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up at the stars..
Well, I was born in a town called Audubon. Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been. Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons,. And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty..
All the years I've gone. Through my life. Taken the fall. Just to make it alright. . Our time and place. Never could erase. The day we met. You can't make me stay.
I got something to say. I'm scared and so afraid. Can you take me as I am?. Come what may our blood is all the same. I'm still your little man. . He said, "You ain't no son to me.
Part of me is a climbing vine. A ball of nerves like a ball of twine. Laws of love and gravity. We are seeds with promises to keep. . Part of me is a setting sun.
never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed. cuz if your hat's on the bed you might wake up dead. so don't ya never put ya hat on the bed.
She growls in barroom German. As the smoke hangs from her lips. She could attact her own Gestapo. With the way she moves her Hips. . No complaints about her service,.
well, i guess i really oughta be makin up songs but. i know it's dumb and sick and wrong and. got the studio booked in tennessee. and my record producer's callin me.
Well Alice came along when I needed something strong. And there's two ways that can go for a man like me. She saw me reaching and reached me just in time.
music and lyrics by Corb Lund. . I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait. And I appealed to their decency show mercy on this day.