Started out late. In my dirty plaid coat. Watched my heel. Lift the dead satin dress. From the ground. One day I touched it with my hands. And it scattered like scared birds.
Spent my whole paycheck. On the goddamn rent. And much more I can piss and moan about. Gonna piss and moan right outta here. . Spent the whole damn day.
A pinetar rampart in that there front yard. I got ripe in a way. You see that's mine out there in one goddamn night. Half eaten half eaten. I got ripe I got ripe in a way.
My poor uncle jimmy turk. He got his house full of water and dirt. In that flood of '94 pine island bayou. Came thru his door. In that flood of '94. That devil rain began t'poor.
If you want to make some pickles. Take your time make some brine. Put all those little things you love. In vinegar and wine. It ain't Chinese algebra.
Had some mojo I don't know. Bit her hand and charged. Wipe her life source from my chin. And my red guileful grin. That belies all the fire that flies.
Please help me I'm falling in love with you. Close the door to temptation don't let me walk through. Turn away from me darling I'm begging you to. Please help me I'm falling in love with you.
Here is a rose from the garden where the flower of romance grows. And I'll keep on apart near my aching heart just a petal from a faded rose. . Love'd be sweet in the evening when the breeze of summer blows.
Whiskey is not evil when it's sitting on a shelf. Whiskey is not evil when it's sitting on a shelf. I'm as sweet as I can be when I'm home all by myself.
Bowling Green is the perfect place for girls to meet boys. Don't go skipping around. Where you're not invited. The man knows how to dress. Seen him in the Wall Street press.
My eyes are the color. Of martini olives. I always drink two. Never three. . My hair is plain brown. Once I was blond. Yellow. Not towheaded. . I like to drink coffee.
Pretty Lady. Don't you know how beautiful you are. Little Lady. Don't you know you're gonna be a star. Every time you turn around. They'll try to drag you to the ground.
Pour me a drink. Light me a cigarette. Help me forget. The things that i've done. Pour me a drink. And pour me another one. To keep out this cold wind.
Will we ever ride. On the canyon. The thunder high. Will we ever ride along. And when i see you running. Can i call you over?. . Oh can i call to you?.
Well, I woke one morning, found you staring down at me. You said "I'll take my share now, father please". And you took your money and you took your leave.
Love how you curse when I wake you up. Sweetly demand that I fill your cup. With the smile of your cool gunpowder glare. Honey, you lay me bare. . You're the girl of my dreams.
If you gather 'round me, people. This story I will tell. About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw. Oklahoma knew him well. . It was in the town of Shawnee. On a Saturday afternoon.
I was flyin' down the highway. Weavin' in and out of traffic. I was racin' time.. An old man pulled out in front of me. And I went crazy as can be....
Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town. Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town. I met a beautiful lady, her beauty'd never been found. . They called her "Pretty Polly, come go along with me.
Now come all ye hunters who follow the gun. Beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun. For Polly's own true love he shot in the dark. But oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark..