At the Broken Heart Ranch. You can always get work. As a cowfool. There's feelin's to wrangle. Loose ends to untangle and tie. . Sun up to sundown. Ridin' herd on old memories.
Lawdy mercy land of goshen shades of gray out on the ocean. Don't you dare take that boat out to sea. For the high seas are runnin' you will sure enough be done in.
Now broken hearted people always seem to drink. And tryin' to drown those sorrows ain't as easy as you think. But living with a liar is a hard old way to go.
Standing at the window her face to the glass. As far as she can see the time has come to pass. As far as she can see the sky is all ablaze. And this looks like the first of better days.
Black Diamond Strings. Black Diamond Strings. Drinkin' 1 W. Harper. Playin' Black Diamond Strings. Black Diamond Strings. Are like white flour and grits.
He's a black haired boy of some confusion. And he makes no excuse for the things that he's usin'. He's gentle and wild and a child of the mountain. His words are for singing and his days are for countin'.
I'm gonna leave Texarkana. I'm goin' down to Louisiana. I'm gonna try my luck in Baton Rouge. I'm gonna follow ol red river down. Till I see the lights of town I ain't gonna get no sleep in Baton Rouge.
She did not want to drive. She did not want to fly. She did not want to wait. For a bus to come by. . She did not want to hassle. She did not want to hurry.