Ribbons and paper cover the floor. It's been a good Christmas, presents galore. Everyone's happy, I'm happy, too. Cause oh, what a night. Oh, what a night.
The Knot Comes Untied. . (Sam Hogin/Ron Harbin/Ed Hill). . She's a got a Rand MCNALLY map. And a tank full of gasoline. Yeah love's been headin south.
(Phil Barnhart/Sam Hogin/Jim McBride). . His name was Travis, hers was Vanessa. Two Texas kids from west of Odessa. Young love and lust defy rational thinkin'.
I held the world in my arms. I threw away the moon for the stars. Couldn't see the forest for the trees. Couldn't see the love in front of me. . What would it take to take me back?.
On the ropes and I? m going down swinging. A thread of hope, but I? m still hanging on. As the distance in between us grows. And your silence feels like cuts and blows.
(Greg Holland/Jim McBride). . You've got a lot of nerve comin' here tonight. But that's alright come on in. That look tells me that something's hurt you deep.
She was a mom back when moms didn't work. She just did the laundry and brushed off the dirt. She cooked all the meals and scrubbed all the floors. And she mowed that front yard with that old push mower.
Girl I'm not a saint and I'm a long long way from perfect. And I'm a hand full of trouble but I 'd like to think I'm worth it. Yeah I know I drive you crazy I'm hyper and I'm lazy.
I dressed up in my best. My Ropers and my vest. And waited by the door with these roses. Till you came walkin' in. With your high falutin' friends. So busy lookin' down your noses.
It's been kicking around since '72. And there's not a whole lot that it ain't been through. Never quite learned to play by the rules. And there's one in every dreamer.
Summertime came to Sycamore Street. They were seventeen and crazy from the heat. Full moon filled the Mississippi sky. That was their first time. . Silhouettes danced on the living room wall.
I know you're holding your breath, yu're wondering what's coming next. Can't be too careful this time. No love ain't something you trust, you've seen a little too much.
If I remember right, her name was Betty. We were graduatin, seniors goin steady. I was hesitant to wed but she was ready. For holy matrimony. . Till one night walkin home.
You know how the story goes,. boy meets girl, falls in love with girl. Doesn't want no one but he wants her. How it ends nobody knows, but they might end up together.
I know you're holding your breath. You're wondering what's coming next. Can't be too careful this time. No Love ain't something you trust. You've seen a little too much of the quittin' kind.
Me and Billy Joe and Mary Beth. Were raised up on the path of righteousness. Made a solemn vow that we'd always be close. And never wander far from Sawmill Road.
A herd of wild horses, a stampede of cows. The sheriff's department with a pack of bloodhounds. Ain't ever gonna move me away from your side. I'm off and running, I'll be here forever now.
Bob's in his recliner for the ten O'clock news. Dogs are on the porch, chickens in the coop. Sidewalks are rolled up, stoplights blinkin' red. Sheriff's safe at home, already gone to bed.
I dressed up in my best. My Ropers and my vest. And waited by the door with these roses. Till you came walkin' in. With your high falutin' friends. So busy lookin' down your noses.
(Sam Hogin/Phil Barnhart/Sunny Russ). Love was alive on the telephone line. Honeysuckle hangin' in the hot sunshine. Dust piled up on my daddy's combine.