Stolen moments are all we have together. Two hearts that must find love on borrowed time. Golden moments, the seconds that we treasure. And this forbidden pleasure be a crime.
The band it was playing the Star Spangled Waltz. The lights in the ballroom were low. Oh twas sweet to my ears I fought back my tears. For that waltz broke my heart long ago.
Words & Music by Arthur R. Scammell. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Oh this is the place where the fishermen gather. Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten down;.
The twilight shadows deepen into night dear. The city lights are gleaming o'er the snow. I sit alone beside the cheery fire dear. I'm dreaming dreams from out the long ago.
I wanted the gold and I sought it I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy I fought it I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold and I got it came out with a fortune last fall.
I met a girl in Laredo down in Mexico. While I was makin' the rounds. Down in a dim cafe she does the swing and sway. That's the talk of the town. I never learned her name but she's called the Spanish Fireball.
I had to quit rail rollin' and it didn't agree at all. There was always something wrong with the Southern Cannonball. I once loved a maiden she was fair and tall.
Hear the clickety-clack on the railroad track. Means the wheels are rollin' and I'm goin' back. To the girl I left in a rundown shack. I'm southbound.
SONNY BOY. WITH CHET ATKINS. (B.G. DeSylva - Ray Henderson - Lew Brown). '28 Chappell & Co. instrumental. . When there are grey skies I don't mind the grey skies..
Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing. Although the snow covers the hope of spring. Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold. And there are greens all that your heart can hold.
Travelling the lonely roads of sorrow heartaches are all I've ever known. Time has turned a million pages fate has dealt and I'm alone. . But somewhere along life's highway from your new love you may part.
Written by Merle Haggard. Recorded by Hank Snow. . C. I thought I w-as through missing you. F. I thought I was through being blue. C G7. And t-hen someone ment-ioned your n-ame.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . The postman delivered a letter. and it filled her heart with great joy. But she didn't know till she read the inside. It was the last one from her darlin' boy.
Always and always I'll love you forever. Oh it's so good to be back with you. . The grass looks greener on the other side. I crossed over to the arms of someone new.
Ducks flying south and the rich men also. Heading for the beaches where the warm Gulf winds blow. And I'm going too, I can hear that whistle cry.. 'Cause I'm the kinda' bird that has to navigate.
Written by V. Stovall and B. Palmer. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Well let me hear the sound of the Tennessee flat top. Ringin' off of the wall. Behind the ice water tones of a steel guitar.
Well I pulled outta Pittsburgh a rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard. I got my diesel wound up and she's runnin' like she never before. There's a speed zone ahead alright I don't see a cop in sight.
Sittin' in an all nite cafe in a booth back in the corner. Making paper wads from napkins throwin' toothpicks on the floor. Got a problem I can't solve so I'm gonna sit till I figure out.
Well I never felt more like singing the blues. Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose. Your love dear why'd you do me this way. Well I never felt more like crying all night.
Sing me a song of the islands. My serenade that the trade winds blow. Sing me a song of the islands. Where hearts are high and the moon is low. . Where wrippling waters seem to say Aloha au-i-o-ei.