He had hair, black as a fiberglass speedboat. The morning air was crisp as a brand new bank note. He swaggered like a surfer on a Louisiana dirt bike.
She collected gun-slingers. First-stringers, dead-ringers. She just needed more. . She collected dance hallers. Know-it-all-ers, wreckin'-ball-ers. She just needed more.
I ain't been sleepin', I ain't been eatin'. I've been on pins and needles, waitin' by the phone. You better call me, you better call me. I've been on pins and needles, waitin' by the phone.
Love is the beating of hearts. Like distant drums in the dark. Love gives and love takes away. True love will meet you half way. . Hearts tell you things words can't say.
Leaving California, she is on my mind. I left her back in Travis county, cryin' to a clothesline. A steel guitar on the radio is cuttin' slow and mean.
For your love I'd rope the moon. Put it in a blender. Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender. I'd bite the brand off a buckin' Brahma Bull. I'd rob me a gin mill.
The dogs are 'round the tree. They've got him up a tree. He knows he's up a tree. The dogs are showin' teeth. . They know he must come down. They know that they can wait.
Come here with me. I wanna slow you down. I wanna smear the moonlight in your skin. And put Orion in your crown. . Let it all go. I know that you're beat.
He had hair... black as a fiberglass speedboat. The morning air... was crisp as a brand new bank note. He swaggered... like a surfer on a Louisiana dirtbike.
She collected. Gun-slingers, first-stringers, dead-ringers. She just needed more. . She collected. Dance hallers, Know-it-all-ers, Wreckin-ball-ers. She just needed more.
Didn't I see you last night down at Antones. With some silver tongued bull rider from La Grange. Later that night weren't you down at the Continental.
I ain't been sleepin' I ain't been eatin'. I been on pins and needles waitin' by the phone. You better call me. You better call me. I been on pins and needles waitin' by the phone.
(Joe Ely). . Love is the beating of hearts. Like distant drums in the dark. Love gives and love takes away. True love will meet you half way. . Hearts tell you things words can't say.
Verse 1:. Leaving California. She is on my mind. I left her back in Travis County. Crying to a clothesline. . Steel guitar on the radio,. Cuttin' slow and mean.
For your love I'd rope the moon. Put it in a blender. Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender. I'd bite the brand off a buckin' Brahma Bull. I'd rob me a gin mill.
All my people need food and water. And Baby needs a new pair of shoes. July sun gettin' hotter and hotter. And Baby needs a new pair of shoes. . I went to the courthouse to speak my mind.