[Originally by William Moore]. . One thing I like about that gal of mine. One thing I like about that gal of mine. One thing I like about that gal of mine.
My honey's name is Holly. Her daddy's name is Doyle. Her sister's name is Amy. And her mama's name is Iris. And her brother's name is John. . They live in Nashville.
Old friend. All the stories to tell. Old friend. Could you bid me farewell. Old friend. It might be easy for another man to see. . Old foe. All the pain and the scars.
I don't think any Christmas album would be complete without telling, in song, the most beautiful and inspiring story ever told, the story of Christmas..
you're only one of many. of small account if any. you think about yourself too much. this touch the child with the quick touch. and worked his mind to such a pitch,.
I can see my old hotel. Down amongst the smells. I'm up above that ancient city river. It's filtered by my lousy liver. It's filtered by my wilted lily liver.
Thin and unshaved, drunk and mysterious. Oh, I must say lifestyle is curious. . With a little touch of the sniffles. And filthy socks. Gnawed, crumbled fingernails.
Down the street the dogs are barkin'. And the day is a-gettin' dark. As the night comes in a-fallin'. The dogs'll lose their bark. An' the silent night will shatter.
On the road again. Just can't wait to get on the road again. The life I love is making music with my friends. . And I can't wait to get on the road again.
I'm so glad to have you back within these arms of mine. I can finally go to sleep and get some rest. Never once did I think of finding someone new. 'Cause there's nothing better, once you've had the best.
Come, every soul by sin oppressed;. There's mercy with the Lord,. And He will surely give you rest. By trusting in His Word.. . Chorus. Only trust Him, only trust Him,.
There is a name I love to hear,. I love to sing its worth;. It sounds like music in mine ear,. The sweetest name on earth.. . CHORUS. Oh, how I love Jesus,.
Some people have it. Some people don't. Some people never will. Sometimes its hard to know when you got it. Sometimes its perfectly clear. Well I know it's out there.
O come, all ye faithful,. Joyful and triumphant,. O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.. Come and behold Him,. Born the King of angels. . O come, let us adore Him,.
I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck. Drinkin' Old Crow Whiskey and hot 7 Up. Out in the parkin' lot. . You can hear the band playin'. Right through the walls.
Here's to the corners yet to turn. Here's to the bridges yet to burn. Here's to the whole thing blown apart. It's open season on my heart. The days go by like flying bricks.
(Gillian Welch). . I am a orphan. On God's highway. But I'll share my troubles. If you go my way.. . I have no mother. No father no sister. No brother.
(Walter M.Cowart). . Cowboys and indians and trees he could climb. Tomorrow came too fast but he didn't mind. The distance was short so light it again.
Ooh, Las Vegas. Ain't no place for a poor boy like me. Ooh, Las Vegas. Ain't no place for a poor boy like me. Every time I hit your crystal city you know.
Let's take a ride to the seaside. We can go out swimming in the high tide. Just wear your shorts and your long hair. Don't forget the lawn chair.. . Everybody's gone to the movies.