You are my special angel sent from up above. The Lord smiled down on me and sent an angel to love. You are my special angel right from paradise. I know that you're an angel heaven is in your eyes.
He was a man and a friend always he stuck with me in the hard old days. He never cared if I had no dough we rambled round in the rain and snow. And here's to you my ramblin' boy may all your ramblin' bring you joy.
MR.. DROPOUT. (Mel Tillis). '66 Cedarwood Publishing. . Well I dropout the school when I was young. I thought living was just all fun. Then I met trouble in every turn.
Missing you can't help but wish that you were in my arms tonight making love to me. Kissing you that's all I want to do it never seems just right now that we are apart.
Well I hope the friend you've thrown yourself with. Gets drunk and loses his job. And that the road you're walking on. Gets cold rocky and hard. . I couldn't make you love me.
Everywhere there's a memory mem'ries made this house. The chairs and the table standing in the corner it seems were always filled. With good food and happy people where laughter used to live.
Oh Mary don't you weep for me oh Mary just await for me. The war's gonna soon be over oh Mary don't you weep. . Jimmy sent a letter to his bride back home for three long years he's been gone.
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike. My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike. The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him.
I open the door to God's golden stair. A place I can go, he waits for me there. And in the midst of His beauty. And splendor I stand. He says, "Welcome my child.
And when I make it to Heaven on high. I'll be satisfied, I'll be satisfied. And when I'm walking right by his side. I'll be satisfied, I'll be satisfied.
Me and Jimmy Crowder and a single cagarette. Crouched down in a stall out in the barn. Three puffs later we were sick as we could get. Prayin we'd get better before we got home.
I get up on Sunday, about eight-fifteen. Just to get the paper that I never read. 'Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe. Sittin' on her front porch paintin' on her toes.
(Mark Erelli). . My love I see the shadows fill your eyes. Your smile is but a thinly veiled disguise. Could it be you've grown dissatisfied. With me.
The sky went black, the world stopped turning round. As you took my hand and sat me down. Remember how I cried as you broke the news. My best just was not good enough for you.
(Mark Erelli). . I can't waive my hand. And make a blind man see. No I ain't got nothing. Hidden up my sleeve. I can't change. The water to wine. I can't pull you up.
(Mark Erelli). . I climbed out my bedroom window. Shimmied down the tree. Under cover of the darkness. I crept on down the street. She is waiting for my signal.
We make mistakes when we worry. All over nothing at all. We make mistakes that bring heartaches. And the teardrops fall like raindrops. . We make mistakes and feel sorry.
I know how the story ends where everything works out. I get the feelin' once again that I can't shake your doubt. Instead of hidin' from romance. You're gonna have to take a chance.
There's a good time moon on the rise tonight. I can hear the call of the city lights. There's a time to work and a time to play. I've worked all I'm gonna work today.
You know, I'm not one to crawl in a shell. But it was one of those days I wasn't sure of myself. It was nothin' too serious just a curious mood. This old world seems so wrong but then right on cue.