I've got that old time religion. Got that old time religion. That is why I'm satisfied. . Well, you may ask me if I'm happy. If I have sweet peace within.
Mister postman gee I'm glad you came my way. Please take back this letter that you brought me yesterday. It's my name but you see you've got to find. That other girl in town whose name's the same as mine.
Well it was barely past eleven when my pills kicked in. That cabernet didnt hurt my cause as I stumbled down the rue. Not even half as drunk as these strangers I pass.
Well I'm shamemeless when it comes to loving you. I'll do anything you want me to. I'll do anything at all. . And I'm standing here for all the world to see.
Life I somehow watch it pass. Like I'm standing behind glass. Staring through a window. Time is slowly fading away. I say goodbye everyday. I'm trying hard to let go.
Breaking like an ocean wave. Hoping just to reach the shore. Praying for the light of day. To show the way out of this storm. . You been tossed about lost and found.
You got the mood for a backup dancer. You got a way to make time stand still. You got my heart in the palm of your hands girl. You got to know you always will.
I remember when you first arrived. Medicated, till barely alive. And I watched with wonder as color returned to your cheeks. Thinking of the words I'd say, should we ever get the chance to speak (I'd say).
Spare In The Trunk (Chris Jonat). . Undone, undone, I cried through clenched teeth. I was aiming for drama, I was comic relief. Undone indeed you cooed, as you put me to bed.
Scarce (Chris Jonat). . Love is a strange apparatus, a game. with rules that drift like the snow. You want to be heard, hell you want to be served. But you can't figure which way to go.
I was counting time, Marking days on the wall. I was sleeping late, when I woke up at dawn. Before I met you, I was clinging to the ground. I would sing my songs, just to see if I still made sound..
Let's dance, uh. "Yes ma'am, is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?. Uh, yeah, ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight. Where we going? I'll tell you where we're going, swinging".
Well I went down to a Music City function. Where I just heard a song that I had to howl out. My lawyers told my to proceed with caution. Or I'd make a whole lot of songwriters mad.
Parody Of Stinkin' Problem by David Ball (Ball/Shamblin/Ziff). Almo Music Corp./Hayes Street Music/EMI-April Music (ASCAP). Low Country Music/New Court Music (BMI)..
Rumors emanating from the North to all the Poles. Outsiders speculating. Who's designing Santa's clothes. He's the newest face in Christmas. . And soon the world will know.
You climbed up on the bus said that I'll do. just about anything that you want me too. I got tickets to your show from the radio. they were free!. . I said "you got the wrong bus".
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI). New Lyrics (Skoal) by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark La-Po Music/Chris Clark Publishing Designee..
(Chris Clark/Richard Fagan/Cledus T. Judd/Robb Royer). . Sadie, pull this car over.. Let me get a can of skoal.. . Well, I went down to the Grundy county auction:.
She's so squeezable, please-able. Unbreakable, she's inflatable. She's an arm full of sex appeal. Can't wait until I get her home, yeah. . She's incapable of being difficult.
She cooks with lard, loves hot food bars. A quart of sweet tea, and fried pork skins. Can't get enough, eat still she's stuffed. Goes to the bathroom, then she comes back again.