Conway Twitty & Loretta Lynn. . You lay so easy on my mind. Oh, so easy on my mind. Whenever I need you. All I have to do is close my eyes.. . You lay so easy on my mind.
The longing in my heart has stirred a faded memory. Of my young heart beating fast behind the willow tree. I was counting out loud and I only peeked a time or two.
You lay so easy on my mind. Oh so easy on my mind. Whenever I need you. All I have to do is close my eyes. . You lay so easy on my mind. Oh so easy on my mind.
I look into those blue eyes. Something happens to me. Although I know again tonight. I'll hear nothing but true lies. . That string of broken hearts all over town.
(Sara Evans/Bill Rice/Sharon Rice). . There's a cold wind howlin' at the trailer door. And the wolf that's been scratchin'. Is coming back for more. This quilt that Mama gave us.
(John Rich/Wally Wilson/Sharon Rice). . We've been through enough tequila. To float us outta this place. And through the smoke I can barely see ya'. But I've memorized your face.
You lay so easy on my mind. Oh so easy on my mind. Whenever I need you. All I have to do is close my eyes. . You lay so easy on my mind. Oh so easy on my mind.
I have a dream that everywhere I go. Almost everyone captures my eyes. And they find me so fascinating. Had end in kidding quite looking interesting. A very special guy.
I have a dream that everywhere I go. Almost everyone captures my eyes. And they find me so fascinating. Had end in kidding quite looking interesting. A very special guy.
Through the summer. You can breathe the air. Rest forever. Because there's nothing else. See the way the valley. Starts to grow. Every movement. Seems to be for you.
Through the years I've prepared feeling sure that you cared. I believe I'm entitled to you. And with you on my mind in my heart I'm inclined. To believe I'm entitled to you.
I know how to wear the costume. I know how to wear the mask. I even like the feel of having to, ask. . I like the sound of your whistle. I like the way you wear your grin.
Your fingertips, your fingertips. . Sometimes, I feel it burning. That deep and primal yearning. I feel it burn, burn, burning. I try to live without it.
(Wanna hear it?). . What's the crime, man. Caught in space. Nothing and everything is. Always always always. . What's your hurry. What's the hurry. There's no need to drive yourself so crazy.
The more I think I know, the less I do. I guess I need a change of attitude. So many times Ive thought that I knew best. Guess Im no better than the rest.
(from Stuart Little). . I have a dream that everywhere I go. Almost everyone captures my eyes. And they find me so fascinating. Had end in kidding quite looking interesting.
Oh, let me carry your bags. Let me lighten your load. And let me mellow your mind. As we drive down the road. . Yeah oh, Lady Memphis let me ride. Your beautiful slide guitar suicide.
Don't want to be your fucking hero. Don't want to be your fucking star. They use your money and exploit your name. Using people is the name of the game.
Written by Ronnie Bowman, Wyatt Rice & Jody King. Sony/ATV Tree Pub./William Franklin Music (BMI). . The more I think I know, the less I do. I guess I need a change of attitude.
(belew/rice). . Only a week ago today. I sat on a plane and flew away. I see you everywhere I go. I dropped my bag in the hotel hall. I thought I heard your voice through the wall.