You don't know me but I'm the girl who lives downstairs. Apartment two fourteen the girl with long brown hair. I know you've seen me 'cause I've seen you but we've never spoken.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them U-Drive-'Em Army Jeep cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint of blood for a dee-posit..
Last time I laid eyes on you I was burnin' your photograph. That's the drastic kinda things you do. When you're livin' through the aftermath of a love gone bad.
Man, I've been workin too hard. Ten hour days and I'm tired. Damn this knuckle busted',. back breakin', no paying job. Know where I'm goin from here. Hot headed women, cold beer.
music and lyrics by Corb Lund. . I have sinned so gravely Brother Brigham, Brother Young. I have sinned so gravely Brother Young. That only you can save me Brother Brigham, Brother Young.
i been playin root-five for most of the night. and most of the times, well, i don't really mind. but once in awhile i get the chance to shine. and look out, baby, when the stage is mine.
A two night stand in Tulsa pullin out an headed west. Freddie grabbed the Gideons from the hotel in the desk. An we said whats the matter brother? Are you worried about your soul.
Found some letters you wrote me this morning. And they told of the love we once knew. Now they're gone I'd burned them to ashes. Don't want nothing to remind me of you.
Though it happened long ago, the hurt just won't let go. And it's burning a hole in my mind. I see her and I see you and the things we used to do. And it's burning a hole in my mind.
Well I'm tired of travellin' down this rocky old road. This old heart of mine is so hurtin' from a heavy load. Only Jesus knows the way my heart went wrong.
Jesus, touch my sinful soul. And let my cry for peace come to a hush. Let my footsteps follow Thee. And help me walk across the bridge of love. . Over the river of life's intentions.
(You were born to sing). There's only one thing to do when you find out that you were born to sing. No matter what your age you gotta get on the stage cause you were born to sing.
It makes no difference if you're rich or poor or if you're smart or dumb. A woman's place in this old world is under some man's thumb. And if you're born a woman you're born to be hurt.
I've heard them say a heartache's just a memory as soon as you forget it disaapears. I tried but I can't hide my heart from misery for I remember between each tear.
I just can't get it through my head you love another now instead. Can't make myself believe we're really through. I'm walking up and down the hall talking to a silent wall.
Among the local taverns there'll be a slack in business. Cause Jesse's drinkin' came before the groceries and the rent. Among the local women there'll be a slack in cheatin'.
Honey bees are gonna be hummin' guitar strings are gonna be strummin'. When I'm back in my baby's arms again. Happy wheels are gonna be turnin' flames of love are gonna be burnin'.
I'm back in baby's arms how I've missed those lovin' arms. I'm back where I belong back in baby's arms. . Don't know why we quarrel we never did before.
BABY'S BACK AGAIN. Writer Betty Jean Robinson. . This must be my lucky day baby's back again. Said he'd never go away baby's back again. Throw my troubles to the wind happiness come right on in.
There was a time. I had nothing to give. I needed shelter from the storm I was in. And when it all got too heavy. You carried my weight. And I want to hold you.