All the street lights on Main Street know my shadow. All the stars up in the sky know all my wishes. And the sidewalk on your street know my footsteps.
Well its cheek to cheek and its face to face. If I told ya once, I told ya twice. East is east, west is west. Fire is fire an ice is ice. . That wind's gonna blow tomorrow.
You might call it sad confusion. You might even call it off. But once you called me more than just your friend. Now there's more to what I'm thinkin'.
Well, I tried my best to be at rest. When the moon and the wind both died. You locked me in with your best friend. Oh, your window was open wide. I escaped in time to see your man.
I was standin at a big hotel. wishin everybody well. but if anybody paid me any mind it was hard to tell. a big policeman on his beat. pulled his pistol and he pointed at me.
(Butch Hancock). . I was standin at a big hotel. wishin everybody well. but if anybody paid me any mind it was hard to tell. a big policeman on his beat.
Waiting for the train to France. I hung my head in shame. Feeling for all purposes like a. man without a name. Adios that's all she said. I knew it had to be.
(Butch Hancock). . Carmen must have been the Devils daughter. At least he taught her how to wear her clothes. And the boys folled her to the slaughter.
(Butch Hancock). . I got a road hawg on my mind. Move over, baby, look out I'm comin' through. You're on the side of the road, I got a load on my mind.
With your fan belt slippin' and your bare tires squealin'. Every time you hit the road you think you're rich.. You're Lord of the Highway but the way you been drivin'.
If you were a bluebird you'd be a sad one. I'd give you a true word, but you've already had one. If you were a bluebird, you'd be crying. You'd be flying home.
If you were a bluebird you'd be a sad one. I'd give you a true word, but you've already had one. If you were a bluebird, you'd be crying. You'd be flying home.
Fools Fall In Love Butch Hancock. Fools fall in love. Wise men they fall too. Wise men hit the bottle. Lord, fools just fall on thru. They fill out empty spaces.
(Butch Hancock). . Down On The Drag...Down On The Drag. Where Some Low Down Son Of A Bum. Even Stole My Sleepin Bag. Left Me Standin At The Newstand. Readin want ads in The Rag.