This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to. But I gave up my home to see you satisfied. And I just called to let you know where I'll be living.
I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am. But they won't let my secret go untold. I paid the debt I owed them, but they're still not satisfied.
I hear that train a comin', it's comin' 'round the bend. I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when. I'm locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
I lost a woman. I believe to be perfect for me. You could replace her. But you're so much younger than me. . Our lives are so different. Our music is not the same kind.
Mary's mine and she'll always be till the end of time. She gave her heart to me. No truer love could I ever find than Mary's love. And Mary's mine. . I once lived the life without meaning.
The first thing I remember knowing,. Was a lonesome whistle blowing,. And a young un's dream of growing up to ride,. On a freight train leaving town,.
Now that it's alright to burn the stars and stripes. Yes, nobody really needs old Uncle Sam. Might as well burn the bill of rights as well. And let our country go straight to hell.
If I should dare. To walk beside her memory. What would I care. If anyone should find me. While you're away. With a lover you call lonely. I could stay.
I was left alone. A long time ago. By my mother, who I never got to know. Faded memories of my life. Have been washed in whiskey nights. And I'm living at the bottom of the bottle.
I was lost and all alone. An empty heart without a home. Just at the time when I needed a friend. She came along and she took me in. . And every time I'm feeling down.
She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride. She was missing a window on her passenger side. The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar.
Mama put a bible in my glove box. And a hot homemade apple pie on the passenger's seat. She said â??You'll always be my babyâ??. Then she planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek.
Eighteen wheeler dropped me off at that city limits sign. Sunday morning sunlight hurt my eyes. It's a long way from where I been back to my home town.
Everybody has their own idea of heaven. What kind of paradise they'll see.. Pearly gates, streets of gold. No gettin' sick or growing old.. Sounds like a beautiful place to be..
An hour into my shift. I'm covered from head to toe. Drilling oil from the bottom. Of the Gulf of Mexico. Sun's on the rise. Sweat rolling black down my face.
If anybody had told me that anybody'd have a hold on me. I'd say they were out of their mind. But speakin' of crazy, I'm findin' lately. All I want, all I need, all the time is.
Well they finally put that red light up in the heart of town. Took the stop sign down, it was shot up anyhow. One night I ran right through it in my Chevrolet.
I don't need to be sittin' on the roof. Of a high-rise lookin' at the city below. I don't need to be on the beach. Watchin' that sun sink in the Gulf of Mexico.
She was pretty. She was smart. She was witty. Yeah she had charm. Cupid shot me. That's what got me down the aisle. But that match made in heaven. Went straight to hell.
I used to go down to the Mill Creek. When I was only nine or ten. I'd run trot lines in the muddy water. I'd watch the leaves riding the wind. . It was there I smoked my first Marlboro.