Are you sleeping now? It's midnight in Missoula. Where the Black Hills know your name. Is the snow piled high around your window frame?. Is there enough frost left to write our names upon the pane?.
There's a light out on the freeway says, "It's time to go". I'm wasting my time counting stains on a barroom floor. Thinking 'bout my hometown and the friends I'll leave behind.
I will find somebody new. Maybe tomorrow. I will stop this missing you. Maybe tomorrow. Times the healer times the key. So all the wise folks say. Oh, maybe tomorrow.
My daddy was a longshoreman in New Orleans. My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras. Oh me, I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out.
Sun will stop shinin' and hearts will stop poundin'. The screen is so lonely tonight. The men are out prayin' and the women are sayin'. She died for the loss of her prime and lived on DiMaggio time.
(I'll never forget the night that Lefty Frizzell. Call me at home back in December of 1974. He sang me a song on the phone that he and D. Shafer written.
Well I've just left my home friends where I couldn't sleep. For missin' a man that I couldn't keep. She just walked out and left me for somebody else.
Well if the wife and I are fussin' brother that's our right. Cause me and that sweet woman's got a licence to fight. Why don't you mind your own business mind your own business.
If you see your man in clothes that's old and ragged. And he walks from bar to bar in worn out shoes. If people point and whisper God have mercy. Would you deny the man that you once knew.
Uh huh, I had a load in the dryer, I was waitin' at the laudrymat. Sittin' on top of a washin' machine. I could hear the sound of a quarter tumblin' round.
She wrote, "I feel just like that paintin'. Collectin' dust on the wall. And every day you walk right by me. And don't know I'm there at all. And I can't think of one single reason.
Mama gave her camera to her little star. All she gets is pictures of hotels & bars. No Big Ben, No Statue of Liberty. . Loose women and one-night stands.
When it hits me that she's gone. I think I'll run for President. Get my face put on the million dollar bill. So when these rich men that she wants. Show her ways they can take care of her.
Stay hydrated from a double shot,. get my nourishment from a punch in the gut,. never really felt i had the best o' luck,. i got a big big mouth it just a won't shut up..
You get me out of trouble. As much as you could stand and I don't blame you. If he lies in your bed. And puts lies in your head. If he interrupts a feeling.
Written by: Micky Braun. . Started out with her leaving, she said she wasnt coming back. It left my heart sorely grieving , just how do you deal with that.
Written by: Willy Braun. . Through the windshield tinted blue. I see the sun is going down, and Im alone again. Its funny how life seems so real. When all I think about is loneliness in this state Im in.
Well, I'm admitting I was drifting. When I came into your harbor. But I feel my spirits lifting. Like a wind just off the starboard bow. . Now, I know I swore I would love no more.
Memories of East Texas. And those piney green, rolling hills. Covered in the springtime. With golden daffodils. . Rowing on Sandy lake come April. Harvesting hay in June.
Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle. Since the Mormon's come to town. And to run out of beer means a run to Gladewater. Highway 79 thirty miles on down.