The cold December wind seems bent on rockin' New York City. The town that's got me down to my last dime. And everywhere I go, the people seem in such a hurry.
I don't need a whole lot of money. But I wouldn't turn a lottery down. I just need a little green in my pocket. So I can buy my buddies a round. All I want is a place to lay my head with the woman I love lyin' in my bed.
This Levi's that I'm wearing have been good to me. They just won't admit they're growing old. Though my shirt's made contract with a gutter now and then.
I'm a going down down down to the river. And there ain't nobody gonna have to hold my hand. I'm a going down down down to the river. Gonna bury my troubles in the river bottom sand.
She can sparkle like the moonlight on the river. At times her words can cut you like a knife. She's got a way of bein' tough and tender. But she'll always be the highlight of my life.
There's a place where Mother Nature's got it all together. She knows just when to let wild flowers bloom. Somehow she always seems to know exactly what she's doin'.
Now it's back to the barrooms. Right back to drinkin' again. Someday you'll love me enough to stay with me. And whiskey won't be my best friend. But now it's back to the barrooms again.
April's Fool. April doesn't shower her sweet love on me. What someone gets in one day may take me two or three. Yes, it's true, she leads me like a puppet on a string.
These Levi's that I'm wearin' have been good to me. They just won't admit they're growin' old. And though my shirt's made contact with a gutter now and then.
When we first started on our way through love. We thought we were two of a kind. We thought forever was just you and me. And always a matter of time. .
I wish I could step out of my mind. Then I could be someone that's never known you. But I can't change the way I am much less the way you feel. Or you'd be loving me forever still.
Just two years an' seven days. Between me an' legal age. Just one clerk in that liquor store. Between me an' that front door. . My coat had deep pockets.
She packed a yellow bag made by samsonite. She only packed enough for an overnight. She caught the morning bus. To catch the early train. That runs just twice a day, up to abilene.
I've been thinking 'bout what you have done to me. The damage is much deeper than you'll ever see. Hit me like a hammer to my head. I wonder were you pushed or were you led?.
Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little. You might say it's a mighty rough row to hold. Sometimes you think that you won't get no bigger (but I did).
Monday morning and I'd best be on my way. Got a feelin' it will be a busy day. Doing something I'm not looking forward to. Wish, I didn't have to miss you.
Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord, when you're little. When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow. The corn we grew on whiskey farm, we stored in a jar in a gunny sack.
April doesn't shower her sweet love on me. What someone gets in one day may take me two or three. Yes it's true she leads me like a puppet on a string.
I broke most of Momma's dishes. She banned me from the kitchen when I was a kid. And I tore Daddy's truck to pieces. Left it in a heap that no mechanic could fix.
Well, you can have the truck and the stuff. Baby, you can have the house. Yeah, you and your lawyer and your new boyfriend. Can all sort it out. . Whats left of my pride and these two wheels are all I need.