Out of the shoot he sits tall as the timber. One hand on the horse and one hand on the sky. Eight seconds later he lands in the money. And winning's a feeling that money can't buy.
Written by Charlie Black, Dana Hunt and Tim Rouillier. . I been on the road now dang near all my life:. An' I do love to sing a song.. I can say I've worked hard, put in my time:.
(Dana Hunt/Charlie Black). . This the season for generosity. A time to give and to receive. My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream.. . I know what I want for Christmas this year.
Well the note said, "You've had time to think about it". Looks like to me you're feeling kinda crowded. You're not looking for anything permanent here.
Blessed Are the Believers - Benditos são os que Crêem. . Rain in the sky - Chuva no céu. A tear in my eye - Uma lágrima em meus olhos. Static on the radio - Estática no rádio.
The nights have been so lonely since you went away. I could not get to sleep, try as I may. But now you're back, and you're here to stay.. . Still it looks like another sleepless night.
(Charlie Black/Phil Vassar). . I drove up from a rivertown it was late September early October. Thought maybe I could clear my mind and see the leaves turn red.
(Phil Vassar/ Charlie Black/ Tommy Rocco). . Good morning honey how'd you sleep. You know I slept like a baby with you next to me. I got time for coffee then I better go clock in.
People worry about you. Fallin' in love with me. They're getting inside your head. Everybody knows what everybody else needs. . They say I'll leave you lonely.
Time, it goes so fast. Like a river running past. And you're lucky if you find at last. Just one faithful heart. . So I watch her as she sleeps. All curled up in her dreams.
Things are too simple, things are too hard. Nobody's happy with the way things are. Looking for the quick fix, the short term loan. . Got to rent 'cause you might not be here long enough to own.
That's right. . Winter sure was cold and miserable. Cooped up, shut down, baby it was pitiful. Anyhow, it's over now. We owe to ourselves to have a little fun.
Well, a note said, You've had time to think about it. Looks like to me you're feelin' kinda crowded. You're not looking for anything permanent here. So my rodeo is packed and it's in 'goodbye gear'.
Joe and Rosalita, look 'em up in the year book. Even then they had that wild-in-love crazy look. Joe's car on Friday night, after the ball game. Steam so thick on the windows they could write their names.
Things are too simple, things are too hard. Nobody's happy with the way things are. Looking for the quick fix, the short term loan. Got to rent 'cause you might not be here long enough to own.
We were 18 and 19. And paired off on Saturday nights. Down in the basement a big killer stereo. Dimmer switch on the lights. Jane was a dancer, and Paul was a drummer.
I was lousy at math, failed historian. Carlene was the valedictorian. I was quarter back in the back of classes. She was the whiz kid in horned rim glasses.
What's become of our two hearts, lately we just play the parts. We say the lines but there's no spark. We never miss a cue but it's a passionless walk-through.
Carlene. your eyes have told me. all that I need to know.. I din't need a new friend. just to tell me so. oh no .. Carlene. your lips remind me. that I'm falling again..
There's a good time moon on the rise tonight. I can hear the call of the city lights. There's a time to work and a time to play. I've worked all I'm gonna work today.