The class reunion invitation was delivered to me today. It brought back burning memories of a happy yesterday. I went to my cedar chest got down on my knees.
I had a love he was mine said he'd love me all the time. I was sure our love was pure if love can be. Then one morning without warning truth came calling on me and her name was Louise.
Wintertime comes early to the north part of this state. I walk along the river where we used to come and skate. The trees're now all gone and by the river there's a sign.
On the back side of Dallas, in the dingy bar. On a wornout stool she sits. And her trembling hand thumbles for another. Kingsize filter cigarette. . She blows a puff of smoke then settles back.
Settling down with warm-glow wood stove and kerosene. peace you're looking for, peace you'll find. in the tangled mad cliff-sides and crashing dark of big sur.
The lock is rusted. And the key won't turn. Front yard's brown. Where the sun just burns. . Old porch missin'. A board or two. Mail box hangin'. From one lone screw.
Chances are. If you hear this song. You like your music loud. And your whiskey strong. Cause everybody. In this honky tonk. Has had a hard day. . Chances are.
BLANKET OF SORROW. Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.. Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.. But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river..
Brown paper sack, wintergreen pack. A full tank of gas from a mini mart. Cruisin' slow with Curtis low speakers. 'Bout to blow, let the party start. .
Heaven knows I aint no genious. ive been further down than broke. ask anyone whos ever seen us. and you would think. i just struck gold (no chord). . (chorus).
I'm gonna dig me a hole. I'm gonna bury my heart. I'll let it rest in pieces. Out in my back yard. . I'll lay a wreath of roses. On a blue tombstone. I'm gonna dig me a hole, lord.
I was dyin' in that small town. Dreamed of headin' southbound. So I hitched down I-65. I climbed into her trans am. An hour below of Burmingham. . She was headin' home and I was there for the ride.
You took your brownie hawkeye. And pointed it up at the sky. You just let the shutter fly. . All of your friends still wonder why. You were never good with a goodbye.
All the flowers fade. And all the stars pale. As this bitter beauty. Grabs you by the tail. . How long will you hesitate?. Half way up the trail. Yes, it's dark in the trees.
I was around. The first time you fell down,. Picked you up off of the playground. And I've never once asked. "Hey what about me?". I've been the one. Between all your boyfriends,.
I'll be yours but not for love my dear. With my hand in yours I'll stare at you with passion. Tell you sweet things maybe even cry a tear. And then we'll dance real slow to the music soft and low.
Found some letters you wrote me this morning they told of a love we once knew. Now they're gone I'd burned them to ashes don't want nothin' to remind me of you.
BRING IT ON BACK TO ME. with Wynn Stewart. Writer Haran Howard. . You took your heart from me. And gave it to someone new. But I won't be discouraged.
When you're weary feeling small when tears are in your eyes I will dry them all. I'm on your side oh when times get rough and friends just can't be found.
Baby oh baby tell the man at the ticket stand that you've changed your mind. Let me run on out and tell the cab to keep his meter flyin'. Cause if you say goodbye to me babe you're gonna break my mind.