Once I had flowers at sunset. Breakfast in bed. And I hated myself for what I never felt. I couldn't love him. . Then I had fire at midnight. Passion that brought tears to my eyes.
Those memories of you still haunt me. Every night when I lay down. I'll always love you, my little darling. Until the day they lay me down. . In dreams of you my body trembles.
You're here in my arms right where you say you wanna be. While across the room I watch the one who set you free. It didn't take me long to mend the heart she tore in two.
There goes the one I used to know, there goes the one that I love so. There goes the arms that used to hold me tight. There goes the reason that I sigh, there goes the reason that I cry.
She follows the path of least resistance. She doesn't care to see the mountain top. She twists and turns with no regard to distance. She never comes to a stop.
I was always falling out of trees,. And slipping in the rain.. Momma sighed as she nursed my scratches and scraps,. Girl, why you gotta learn the hard way?.
Jimmy was a bareback rider. back in my hometown. cowboys fall hard. the whole town saw. Katie let him down. . Saw him just the other day. 15 years since I've been gone.
Its a slow, smoky scene at the county line cantina. Where strangers stop to hear her sing a song. Shes a legend round these parts. For stealing all the hearts of cowboys on their way to San Antone.
Sunlight is gone, a wind stirs the willow. Whippoorwills call from high on the hill. Deep shadows fall as I wait for you by the window. Soon youll be here, drawing me near to you again.
Well, Hank made a living out of lonely. Sang like a freight train whistle moan. Said,"You'll never get out of this world alive". As if he'd always known, Lord, Lord.
Run away with me, won't you?. Run away with me, won't you?. Run away with me, won't you?. It don't matter where we go. . Well, I have lived in this city nearly all of my life.
It happened on the railway, the NC and St "L",. On the branch line up to Pikeville, this story I will tell.. Postmaster on the Condra paid off his section gang,.
My friend said that she saw you last. That you talked a while. And it was good but sad. And I can't believe how long its been. I don't know what to do about it.
You've been working so hard. No one can tell. Why don't you try taking it easy. You're covered with sweat. And we're hardly there yet. Don't be ashamed of yourself.
My blood for you. My lover's bruise. My clothes are scattered. My skull is fractured. . One lock of your hair. In my grip. Tears on my lip. Cut from my bit.
If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time. Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
One day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean. Take her or leave her she will still be the same. She'll not try to buy you with her time. But nothing's the same, as you will see when she's gone.
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.. I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.. . I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past..
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.. I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.. . I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past..
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.. I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.. . I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past..