I've got this sensitive condition. It's aggrivated by, bars and neon lights. And bedroom eyes all painted up. Fast ladies and slow songs. I feel a cheatin' heart attack, comin' on.
(Chorus:). Caught, in a camera's eye. Caught, without an alibi. A picture's worth a thousand words they say. We're caught in a motel room. The tangled sheets smell like sweet perfume.
CALL ME INSANE. IVE BEEN HERE MANY TIMES. THINKN THINGS WOULD CHANGE. WITH A NEW FRAME OF MIND. CALL ME INSANE. I PUT MY HEART ON THE LINE. BUT IT STILL ENDS THE SAME.
One day about four or five years ago. We is settin' at the Conoco station. Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies. And discussin' the state of the Union. .
Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June. In a Kenworth pullin' logs. Cab-over Pete with a reefer on. And a Jimmy haulin' hogs. We is headin' for bear on I-one-oh.
'Way up in the snow. Where the scrub oaks grow. And the coneys and the picas play. Where the marmots abound. All a-diggin' in the ground. And the wind blows cold all day.
She was born in the brief mountain springtime. Blue in the late mountain snow. And she grew in the sunlight of summer. But she knew when the aspen turned gold.
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob.".
(Steve Goodman). . Ridin' on The City of New Orleans. Illinois Central Monday morning rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders. Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . 'Way out in Colorado. In the Camp Bird Mine. Down deep in the darkness. On level nine. Where the water trickles.
So you say your new girlfriend's a little too friendly. You caught her telling one more lie, one too many. You say she won't love you right, she stays out so late at night.
You caught my eye without trying. You stole my heart away. From clear across the room. . Somehow it was plain, you felt the same. Looking back now we can't say.
You thought you'd found someone. Who could take your cheap romance. Just another name to write down on your wall. . You don't know how much you hurt me.
Cows Around: Corb Lund-Cabin Fever. Well everything is better with some cows around. Livin in town sometimes brings me down. Let me bestow this western blessing share what I have found.
he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke. and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke. this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine.
I was born with the Chinook wind howlin in my ears. That Rocky Mountain gusty shit, it dried me out for years. Way back I think my grandpa had a rope horse by that name.
Strip Off The Ends Of Me, Where Im Calloused. Come On Look Inside. Reach In, Find A Piece Of Me, Hold On, Pull Til I Unwind. . Take Me From The Tip Of My Tongue.
At last I found the way to free myself from you. And all the heartaches that you left to make me blue. I thought my world had ended when you said goodbye.
Lord bless your children who walk in perfection who manage to Master your will. Give them their share of sweet milk and wild honey. Provide bread of life till they're filled.