There's a house just down the street. A welcome mat outside the door. But it's for him and not for me. I never pass there anymore. . Within this house there is a girl.
The flame of love was burning high we vowed to never let it die. But now you're growing tired of me so let's agree to disagree. Let's agree to disagree there's nothing left for you and me.
It seems like years and a million tears since you've left the old hometown. Now you've chained they say and the great white way is your new stomping ground.
I called you on the phone to say I love you that I'd stop by for you at nine. And my heart broke when you said it's all over. That someone else would take up all your time.
With tears in my eyes dear I beg you to stay. You wouldn't believe me so you went away. I made a mistake dear by telling you lies now I lay awake dear with tears in my eyes.
She's a big city girl in so many ways she walks and she talks up town. But she's got something hard to find now-a-days that keeps me hangin' around. She's a little bit country makes me think of meadows and clover.
I saved up my money to buy my sweetheart some flowers. For Saturday's date and I restlessly counted the hours. And today in the mail I received a short little note.
It's snowing out there in the gloaming I've sat here and watched it all night. Little kids will be thrilled when they awaken and look at the fields deep and white.
I don't mind. Hey little baby can we go strollin'. Don't you just know it. Got me rockin' and I oughtta be rollin'. Don't you just know it. I don't mind if you don't keep your word.
Dancing with tears in my eyes. Weeping for the memory of a life gone by. Dancing with tears in my eyes. Living out a memory of a love that died. . It's five and I'm driving home again.
That old white haired judge in Dallas. Didn't pay my story no mind. They're takin' me down to Huntsville. I'm bringin' in a load of time. . They caught me on a caper that I planned for days.
Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes. Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes. Got a low down feelin' truck driver's blues.
Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes. Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes. Got a low down feelin' truck driver's blues.
(It's a thing called sadness). It's been here since you've been gone it's been hanging round too long. A thing called sadness not much of a friend when you walked out it walked in.
Oh she burnt the little roadside tavern down (oh yeah). The only one for miles and miles around. I saw many hours of pleasure tumble down. When she burnt the little roadside tavern down.
I've hurt all who loved me they don't understand that my life is out of control. All that really matters is this bottle in my hand how far down can I go.
I know that my surroundings aren't the very best. But my soul's on fire and won't let me rest. . I'm doing things I really shouldn't do I guess I'm just pursuing happiness.
"Good morning, sir, what'll you have?" That's how I start my day. I spend nearly half my life in this little dim cafe. I listen to their troubles, I'd try to be their friend.
You don't want a home and the family you say you just can't live that slow. You like your music loud and you like that swinging crowd. So say goodbye and go cat go.
I'd rather be the one you slip around with. Than be the one who's dream of love is gone. Yes, I'd rather be the one you spend your time with. Than be the one at home all alone.