There goes my only possession. There goes my everything. . I hear footsteps slowly walking. As they gently walk across the lonely floor. And a voice that's softly saying.
Oh the trouble with the truth is it's always the same ol' thing. So hard to forget, so impossible for me to change. And every time I try to fight it, I know I'll be left to blame.
Who's your lover. Love 'em all. Hold 'em close til the last card falls. Think about all the hands you should have called. Hide your feelings. Hide your heart.
There's a troubled wind a blowin' through my crazy life. I feel the chill begin, it's gonna be a long, long, long night. I hear the thunder roll but I don't fear the lightning strike.
Oh, the pain of loving you. Oh, the misery I go through. Never knowing what to do. Oh, the pain of loving you. . You just can't stand to see me happy.
Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in Beaumont. She said, "I'm movin' away, I'm gonna get what I want. I'm tired of these small-town boys they don't move fast enough.
Can't make these heartaches go away. He's always on my mind. The memories of the love we had. Don't fade away with time. What is this crazy road I'm on.
I don't love him anymore just ask all my friends. I've told them and I tell them time and time again. I don't have no regrets no I'm not that kind. Honestly he's the last thing on my mind.
This ain't up tempo, this ain't no positive. This ain't no music meant for jumping up and down. This is a sad song, more than three minutes long. It took a lifetime just to come this far.
Brand new shoes, they hurt my feet. This lace collar's chokin' me. Cuttin' off my air supply. When I hang my head to cry. When I hang my head to cry. .
The first Nowell, the angel did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Gather 'round, ladies, gather 'round. Hear the news that's comin' down. The ships are in and the sails are down. The boys are back in town. . Get your skirts down off the rack.
I'll tell you what we're in a rut we're in a deep rut. So habitual, predictable I'll tell you what we ought to do. We ought to drive away, fly away find a way to get away.
I feel a cold snap comin'. Frost [Incomprehensible] on the window pane. Trees are green, bees are hummin'. But I'm freezing just the same. . Can't put my finger on it.
That's all it took. The mention of your name. And all my love for you. Burst into flame. . I've tried so hard. To let you go, but look. How I still tremble at your name.
It was three in the morning when he took me apart. He wrecked my house and he wrecked my heart. He danced on my head just like Aruthur Murry. The scars ain't gonna mend in a hurry.
No quemaras mi corazon. No me desangres ladron. Porque no hay nada en este mundo. o mas profundo que el amor. noche tras noche yo lloro. y tantos dias pasaron.
One in a million, Mama. That's good enough for me. And you can't make me stay here anyway. Now that I'm 18. . With everything she had in a duffel bag.
Train Without a Whistle. Written by Jon Randall and Jim McBride. . You wont ever see the danger. When youre laying in the arms. Of that tall dark handsome stranger.