Well, there once was a feller named Willard McVane. And he only had just one thought on his brain. Every evening about midnight he'd sneak off alone. And call the same lady on a pay telephone.
Well, there once was a feller named Willard McVane. And he only had just one thought on his brain. Every evening about midnight he'd sneak off alone. And call the same lady on a pay telephone.
You wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about. A gal like my first ex wife. You Moan The Blues for me and for you. Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life. . The Cold, Cold Heart and a doubtful mind.
The clickety sound of the southbound freight. And the high speed hum of a passenger train. Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind. Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line.