When will my arms grow cold when will your kiss grow old. When will I want to be free. Exactly one minute past eternity. When will I make you blue cheat and run around on you.
I've got to make myself let go off you somehow. Stop hanging on to memories that's over now. But if I do what would I have in my world I pretend. Cause to this world I go each night once more you're mine again.
Written by - Bob Nolan. Recorded by - Hank Snow. . I was born a rover on the rhythmic range. A rootin' tootin' terror and I never will change. I sing a tune a day and travell all of the way.
Oone kauha wiki wiki sweet brown maiden said to me. As she gave me language lessons on the beach at Waikiki. Oone kauha wiki wiki she then smiled and said with glee.
There's a faraway Island neath the silvery moonlight. Just a paradise of dreams across the sea. There's a maiden all alone and still waitin'. On that old Hawaiian shore for me.
Now when I was a lad and old Shep was a pup. Over hills and valleys we'd stray. Just a boy and his dog we were both full of fun. We grew up together that way.
Two little boys and an old family dog. By the banks of a stream sat one day. The boys decided old rover must die. A nusance well out of the way. The poor old fellow stood close by their side.
(Spoken). He was just an old country doctor. In a little Kentucky town. Fame and fortune had passed him by. But we never saw him frown. As day by day in his kindly way.
Written by Don Gibson. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Well everybody's goin' out and havin' fun. I'm just a fool for staying home and havin' none. I can't get over how she set set me free oh lonesome me.
I heard you crying to the whispering trade winds. As they echoe your love call o'er the silvery sea. They say your heart's weary and you long to be near me.
ORANGE BLOSSOM SPECIAL. Writer Ervin T. Rouse. . Look a-yonder comin'. Comin' down that railroad track. Hey, look a-yonder comin'. Comin' down that railroad track.
ON TAP, IN THE CAN, OR IN THE BOTTLE. Writers Hank Thompson, Dick Hart. . On tap, in the can or in the bottle. To me it will all taste the same. Down the hatch cause my throat's open throttle.
Ole Napoleon Bonaparte he was a mighty man. With his powerful army he conquered all the land he conquered all the land. Everybody praised him the battles he could win.
OLDER THE VIOLIN THE SWEETER THE MUSIC. Writer Curly Putman. . It seems you think that 45 is just a little too old now. But I'm not ready yet to be put out in the cold now.
Many months have come and gone. Since I wandered from my home. In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born. Many a page of life has turned. Many a lesson I have learned.
Ah Yodel-ay-heeee he-he-he. Ah Yodel-oh-hooo hoo-hoo-hoo. Ah Yodel-ay-heeee he-he-he. Well my hat's done worn out. my boots are bad. I ain't got a gun.
Lookin' back thru the years, I saw my anger. There was things that I could not control. Wanderin' thru my memories with my darlin'. Now I fall thru the door on my own.
Old habits die hard, some wounds never heal. We got what we came for, this is part of the deal. I can't forget you, I can't even try. Sometimes it seems like somebody died.
Hey. Meister. warum strapazierst du dich am Morgen schon ?. Und warum streikt der Bauarbeiter um mehr Arbeitslohn ?. Und warum schreit der Auktionator immer nur so laut ?.
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota. I thought I saw you there. With the snow falling down around you. Like a silent prayer. And once on a street in New York City.