When quiet shadows of night surround me. I pray for your safe return. And though our parting seems to confound me. There are some things I have learned.
With every golden curl in place, she's as fine as Queen Anne's lace. And know one could ever fault the way she looks tonight. The man standing by her side shows her off with such eager pride.
At the Quecreek mine nine miners went down. Two hundred and forty feet deep in the ground. The night shift went a mile when there came a shout. Somebody's hit water everybody gotta get out.
Well, a diamond fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria. All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky. The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall.
Once I lived like a traveler standing at the crossraads of his life. Who knows not where to turn, wonders if he'll ever reach his home. I was lost, tired, and waiting, didn't have a reason to go on.
Well, I met her out at Murphy's restaurant. She said, she was fresh from the farm. And I remember thinkin' for a country girl. That she went pretty well armed.
Old men and young boys make the finest of friends. The old one speaks wisdom and the young comprehends. The ladies come later and life takes a turn. And the boy starts forgetting everything that hes learned.
The lights are low. And the jukebox is loud. As we make the rounds. Among the wild, unruly crowd. . One Honky tonk to another, where old friends meet.
Que pasa que pasa what's happening to your casa. Tell little Pepino to go outside and play. And let's go loco on my acapulco senorita Juanita I need you right now.
It's quitin' time, quittin' time. Time to disassemble this assembly line. Lord, I love punchin' out like I hate punchin' in. Hot damma lama lama, it's quittin' time again.
(Bob Millard). When everything you own. Will fit in a paper sack. No one notice you leavin'. Nobody ask when you comin' back. You live in a rented room.
I know somewhere there is a party goin' down. Interestin' people, conversation to be found. I've lived in cities where there is no solitude. I've made some friends here that I hope I'll never lose.
Bill Staines. . A baby child is born along the highway. A tiny little thing upon the land. An okie with his dreams out on the byway. Lifts the tiny baby in his hand.
She's got a phone in one hand, a hairbrush in the other. and she says, "Life's too short to stay home and be a mother". She says she can have it all 'cause that's The New Deal.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . HER EYES LOOKED AT MINE WITH A COLD VACANT STARE. I'D STILL LIKE TO KNOW WHAT I SAW IN HER THERE. SHE WAS'ANT OUTSTANDING HER FEATURES WERE SMALL.
Cledus T. Judd/Vern Dant, La-Po Music (BMI)/Music Genesis(ASCAP). . Hey Cledus, Whad'ya get in the mail?. . He-he-he, got a letter from Ed.. . What's it say?.
I know there is no honor for ones like her and me. But should there ever be a place for broken hearts to weep. And should there be a kingdom for those who break the rules.
Well I got my quarters for the jukebox and your memories on my mind. There aint no doubt that the fires all out Because Im the only one sittin here crying.