Your Daddy was mad as hell. He was mad at me and you. As he tied that chain to the front of my car. And pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into.
You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race. But you can't lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face.. And the same God that you're so afraid is gonna send you to hell.
They powered up the city with hydro-electric juice.. Now we got more electricity than we can ever use.. They flooded out the hollow. And all the folks down there moved out, but they.
It was a straight shot. All it took was luck to not get caught. I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents. In the back seat her and a friend,.
It's a shame for you to do me the way you did, babe. Making me put you down before I was through. You tempted me and tried me and I kept you right beside me.
I went stumbling through the fog trying to find a reason for the things I told her. She woke up sunny side down and I was still thinking I was too proud to flip her over.
I went stumbling through the fog trying to find a reason for the things I told her. She woke up sunny side down and I was still thinking I was too proud to flip her over.
I guess I'll never grow a side-burn. It's a shame with all I've got to go between. I hope somebody's cause takes soon. It's getting hard to find a place a root can sink.
Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand. I was my Mama's little angel and my Daddy's second chance. He went end over end the first year he went pro.
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds. To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes. Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true.
A bloody nose, empty pockets, a rented car with a trunk full of guns. It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas,. I've seen it once. She might have been somebody's mama.
Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs. Dammit Elvis, don't you know. You made your Mama so proud. Before you ever made that record, before there ever was a Sun.
I'm not good with numbers. I just count on knowing when I'm high enough. A mule with only two legs counting steps. Toward dangling carrots don't add up.
Bob goes to church every Sunday. Every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin'. Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher. Cos' Bob never bothered gettin' married.
I guess I'll never grow a side-burn. It's a shame with all I've got to go between. I hope somebody's cause takes soon. It's getting hard to find a place a root can sink.
It was a straight shot. All it took was luck to not get caught. I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents. In the back seat her and a friend,.
When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair. She was looking back at me. Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk and some aren't meant to say a thing.
If I could have one wish right now. I'd be about as half as tough as I pretend I am. Then I wouldn't care how empty this old house feels. I could take her things and take them far away from here.
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember. When the news of revolution hit the air. The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters. When the boys started cutting off their hair.
She was fresh out of college. First one in her family to go. And California seemed like heaven. Pulaski, Tennessee was her home. . She worked on losing her southern accent.