Baby, baby, baby. He's got you cryin' again. Baby, baby, baby. He's got you cryin' again. . He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend. . I know that he loves you.
It's your life - you say you need a change. Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything. You say it's different now and you keep staring at the door.
I left home when I was seventeen. I just grew tired of falling down. And I'm sure I was told. The allure of the road. Would be all I found. . And all the answers that I started with.
I'm soaring the sky, I can hear the birds. And man they don't lie. How you gonna catch me, When I'm this high. . I'm moving on. I got the words to a brand new song.
"Good Ole Boy Like Me". When I was a kid Uncle Remus would put me to bed,. With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head.. Then Daddy came in to kiss his little man,.
Yeah daddy said son i'm sorry. You and Sheila ain't getting along. And if she's so dead set on leaving you boy. Why ain't she already gone. Yeah you better break out some sweet talking.
From the hills of Kaycee, Wyoming. Where life's wooly and wild. There's an Air Force brat in a cowboy hat. And that Copenhagen smile. And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks.
(Loretta Lynn). . Why, I've heard people say. Why is this tree bent. Why they don't have God enough to know. Thats' the way that it was meant. why is this little baby born.
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In a quaint caravan. There's a lady they call, 'the gypsy'. She can look in thefuture. And drive away all your fears. Everything will come right. If you'll only believe the gypsy.
Grandma's maiden name was Zona Villines. There's ninety years to tell about in a few short lines. Born in Newton County down in Arkansas. Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa.
Rollin' with the flow. Going where the lonely go. Anywhere the lights are low. Going where the lonely go. . Making up things to do. Not running in all directions, trying to find you.
I'm throwin' a goin' away party. A party for a dream of mine. So put me somewhere off in a corner. With a glass and bottle of your party wine. . Don't worry it won't be a loud party.
Wrong way down a wrong way track. Cold run down the length of my back. Whip my heart with a mighty crack. You gave me the closest thing. To a heart attack.
You've got the bucket, baby I got the chicken. You've got the Smith and a Wesson and I got the ammunition. Maybe we could shoot the town or sit around finger lickin', yeah.
Oh oh good ole days. Good ole days. . Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh. I work my job all the way to the weekend. Call all my buddies, ask where you've been. Let's get together somewhere, seven o'clock.
So much for finishing what we started. But don't take it personal if I'm not broken-hearted. Well, I've had enough, I'll sleep you off. Your memory ain't so tough.
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love. Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.
God walks the dark hills. The ways, the by ways. He walks through the billows. Of life's troubled sea. He walks through the cold dark night. The shadows of midnight.