Those midnight tears find me in the darkness. They make a moanful sound. No one sees and no one hears. My midnight tears, falling down. . My friends wonder how Im doing.
Makin' believe that you still love me. It's leaving me alone and so blue. But I'll always dream still I'll never own you. Makin' believe, it's all I can do.
(Kent Robbins/Layng Martine, Jr). She gets up an hour before she really wants to. Gets a half day's work done before the day begins. She makes a list of everything that everybody needs from her.
They buy you dinner, open your door. Other then that, what are they good for?. Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men. They all want a girl just like the girl. That married dear old dad they make me so mad.
That midnight train is a long and a slow one. The timetables set, the brakeman is tired. Your seat is reserved with exceptions for no one. No luggage allowed, no ticket required.
Boy, Yall sure make a good couple. Girl I sure feel outta place. You know I'm not one to start trouble. I just walked over to say. . *CHORUS*. My hats off to the one who can treat you.
MY OWN LITTLE WORLD. Writers Bob Morris and Larry Farmer. Copyright 1968. . Some folks are happy others are sad. Some folks are good others are bad. But they can live their lives just anyway they choose.
I've lost you cause I can't afford your love. And money that's what he's always had more of. He's buying you how it's costing me. I thought the best things of life are always free.
Missing you oh how I'm wishing 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.
Man man Mr Sandman for you don't do me no good. You won't come around and put me to sleep like you know you schould. . Well my baby just stopped and left me she said I didn't treat her right.
When the evening falls evening shadows find. There beneath the stars a maiden so fair divine. The moon on high seem to see her there. In her eyes is a light shining ever so bright.
Counted the stars on the Fourth of July. Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky. Talking about redemption and leaving things behind. As the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line.
On back down in my hometown. Everybody's feelin' it bad. No new breaks, whatever it takes. Not to have to sway it on a classified ad. . Hey there Ma and Pa, here I am.
My heart is broken. My love is gone. I lay without you. Your pillow cold. . I am forsaken. I can't go on. My heart is broken. My love is gone. . Well, if I hadn't cheated.
Mirror, mirror, up on the wall in the back of the room. As I walk down the hall in the house where I stayed. Tell me something about what I saw in the face of a man.
Said you came from a mining town. They closed the mining down. Said your daddy was a drinker. He had a picture of Jesus on his sinker. . Maybe I. Maybe I'm coming for you tonight.
Ride with you tonight, I'll ride forever. There's no way to predict this kind of weather. Ashes fall to earth, words are severed. Feathers turn to weighted iron pillars.
Well, I'm savin' this dress for my wedding day. Momma wouldn't have it any other way. She says, when she married, her waist was twenty three. I guess, I'll never wear it anyway.
Oh where, oh where were you last night?. Looked for you at the county fair. You were nowhere. You were nowhere. And I looked for you on the macon, georgia county line.
Tell us once again this morning. Old friend how did you win the war. Everybody loves a hero. It don't matter if they've heard the tale before. . And tell us of the time.