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You had a little drink. Your friends have all gone. Leaving you to find. Your weaving way home. . What more can I do?. There's a chance that I may. Have to stand back and watch you find.
Too little too late. Don't you tell me how it used to be. I've seen the record and it clearly reads 'To date'. Too little too late. . Too little too late.
It was that kind of misting rain. It was that kind of night. Nothing was wrong. Oh, it just wasn't right. . It weren't the blues. It weren't low rent.
I keep a pile of pennies. In the pocket of my pants. I pay my toll to the sidewalk troll. My entrance fee to street romance. . Oh, streetcorner ambassador.
Saturday morning found me itching. To get on over to my grandma's kitchen. Where the sweetest little berries was cooking up right. And then we'd put them in a canning jar and seal them up tight.
Sleep comes creeping in. At four in the morning. Sneaking up the stairs. Shoes in her hands. . Don't you know what time it is?. Oh, I've been worried about you, Lollie.
When you asked me. "Michelle, do you love me?". I did not know what to say. So I just laid down beside you. And loved you in a silent way. . And when you asked me to forgive you.
Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble. Soldier's joy has been a bitter pill. Though in battle a brave man I resemble. Alone, I am a coward without will.
Billy Barlow was a poor boy. That's why he robbed the Union Grove Bank. He was a sweet talking ladies man. That's what he'd have ladies all to think. .
He turned the rock, He turned the rock. He turned the rock into living water. He turned the rock, He turned the rock. He turned the rock into a flowing fountain.
What's to be done with a prodigal son?. Welcome him home with open arms. Throw a big party, invite your friends. Our boy's come back home. . When a girl goes home with the oats he's sown.
I thought I knew what I was doing. I was wrong. Mistakes I've made and lived to tell. I tell them in a song. . I knew a river wide and deep. Her banks were very tall.
Send me a dozen long stem roses. I tell you what I will do. I'll bend them into a crown of thorns. And send it right back to you. . Your love, love, love.
Well, I'm admitting I was drifting. When I came into your harbor. But I feel my spirits lifting. Like a wind just off the starboard bow. . Now, I know I swore I would love no more.
Memories of East Texas. And those piney green, rolling hills. Covered in the springtime. With golden daffodils. . Rowing on Sandy lake come April. Harvesting hay in June.
If love was a train I think I would ride a slow one. One that would ride through the night making every stop. If love was a train I would feel no pain.
Frankie was a good woman. Everybody knows. She gave her man Johnny a hundred dollar bill. Just to buy one suit of clothes. . Frankie went down to the barroom.
Down at the Cold War Institute. They were signing new recruits. He went down to the station in his three piece suit. . Now she had cried for him to stay.
Lay down your burdens. Lay down your cares. The Holy Virgin. She's gonna greet you up there. . With a big can of spray paint. With a big blank wall. And I can guaran-damn tee ya.