Yeah, well I spent a lifetime. Just makin' up my mind to be. More than the measure of. What I thought others could see. . Good luck and those fast bucks.
Tom Waits. . Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55. As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive..
Bye buckaroos it's the end of another go round. I can see by the look in our eyes that we're finally windin down. To the end of the wrong long time out on the trail it seems.
Sometimes it seems like we're just. Going nowhere. Sometimes it feels like you don't care. I threw up my hands and say. It's just too hard and then. .
Over and over you held me in your arms over and over you told me of my charms. Over and over I thought heaven's gift was mine. You swore that you would never leave me but too late I find.
Our past is always present where my future is concerned. And I'd found the doors all locked to me, no matter where I turn. I can't even build new mem'ries when your mem'ry's here to stay.
I'm the other woman you've heard about. The one that you can't understand. You've heard how I cheat, you've heard how I lie. But have you heard how I love that man.
Won't you tell me if you can what's the matter with a man. When he starts stayin' out all night. Should he hit him in the head with a pen or cornbread.
We danced in the night dear a night of delight dear and I gave a white rose to you. But then in the dawn dear the sun found you gone dear. A white rose may crashed him to do.
Just like some breeze you've drifted back again. You didn't bother to imform me you knew I'd let you in. I thought I knew it all but I'm still learning.
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee. We don't take our trips on LSD. We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street. 'Cause we like a living right and being free.
Oh singer, sing me an old song yeah. Oh singer, sing me an old song. Sing me an old song about cotton bales. . Tell me how the good earth feels. Down in the high white cotton, yeah.
This river of road,. It don't flow like it used to.. But it's more of a home. Than anywhere that I've ridden it to.. . We used to dream together. But now I drink alone..
She flies me away. Over that mountain. Way up higher. Than I've ever been. She takes me down. Down to the water. To the river of love. Yeah and I'm jumpin' in.
Well, I got your invitation. But it never crossed my mind. Your casual obliteration. Would cross the line. . On a rainy day highway. And the melancholy got on.
I had the key to heaven when we married. And for a while I brought you happiness. But now your love for me is dead and buried. And every night you share another's kiss.
"The cross of our Lord Jesus Christ." Galatians 6:14. . Courtesy of Old Rugged Cross Historical Museum. Words & Music: George Bennard, 1913 (MIDI, score)..
Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church. That I attened as a boy. You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone days and bygone places isn't it.
They broke into your car last night, took the stereo. Now you say you don't know why. You even live there anymore. The garage man didn't see a thing. So you guess it was an inside job.
Coming down the mountain boys what do I see. Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me. Better get your rifle before its too late. The bears got a pig and hes headed for the gate.