I know a gal got. A lot to lose. She's a pretty nice lady. But she's kinda confused. Got muscles in her head. Ain't never been used. Thinks she owns half.
"Speed of the Sound of Loneliness", Alabama 3 (A3). (Everybody gotta run sometime). . Come home late, come home early. Come home big when I'm feelin' small.
You may live alone and close your eyes,. Some folks do. You may dream a dream that's twice your size,. All night through. When the morning comes who's to tell.
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley. Like a long ago sunday when I walked through the alley. On a cold winter's morning to a church house.
Verse 1. I am an old woman. named after my mother. My old man is another. child who's grown old. . If dreams were thunder. and lightning was desire. this old house would've burned down.
I don't want to be the kind to hesitate,. Be too shy, wait too late. I don't care what they say other lovers do,. I just want to dance with you.. . I gotta feeling that you have a heart like mine,.
I don't want to be the kind to hesitate,. Be too shy, wait too late. I don't care what they say other lovers do,. I just want to dance with you.. . I gotta feeling that you have a heart like mine,.
When I was a boy my family would travel. Inta' Western Kentucky where my parents were born. To a lost little town there that's often remembered. So many times that my memory drew warn.
It's Wedding Day in Funeralville. Your soup spoon's on your right. The King and Queen will alternate. With the refrigerator light. They'll be boxing on the T.V. show.
You make me unlonely. I feel like the only. person in the world. That ever had a girl like you. . You make me feel wealthy. I almost look healthy. With you on my arm.
The moon is down. All over town. The forecast is gray. Now that she's gone away. . The stars in the skies. Fell out of her eyes. They shattered when they hit the ground.
Black faces pressed against the glass. Where rain has pressed it's weight. Wind blown scarves in top down cars. All share one western trait. . Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks.
There was a time. when lonely men would wander. thru this land. rolling aimlessly along. so many times. I've heard of their sad story. written in the words.
Here's the story of a man and his family. And a big trip that they took. Well, I heard all about in a restaurant. And I read it in a history book. . They rented a car at the Erie Canal.
I know a guy that's got a lot to lose. He's a pretty nice fellow, kinda confused. Got muscles in his head, ain't never been used. Thinks he own half of this town.
I can hear the wheels of the automobiles. So far away - just moving along through the drifting snow. It's times like these when the temperatures freeze.
You come home late and you come home early. You come on big when you're feeling small. You come home straight and you come home curly. Sometimes you don't come home at all.
uuum-huuum ummm-huuum. uuum-huuum ummm-huuum. . Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind. You open up their hearts, and here's what you'll find.
Let's take a slow boat to China. Leave from South Carolina. Let's take our time and go the long way. . On a junk boat to Thailand. With your hand in mine hand.
Where are the boot straps. To lift myself up?. Where is the well. Where I once filled my cup?. Where does this sorrow. All turn into joy?. And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy?.