Well, you wish that I would treat you. Like I did the times before and I would. But I don't feel that way anymore. . There's no more flowers, there's no more spring.
Well, I had a buddy back in '81 and we made ourselves a pact. We were heading for the new pipeline we were never coming back. Well we worked 80 hours making time and a half.
I will see you in the morning. When the moonlight leaves the trees. But I will always feel the embers. Of the flames in Tennessee. . I was sleeping when they came knocking.
Well, I loved a girl. She lived out in Pecos, and pretty as she could be. And I worked the rigs on out in Odessa. To give her whatever she needs. . But that girl, she run with an oil company bum.
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields. In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels. My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17.
My little brother was just ten years old. When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole. We could see Texas was only a mile. And oh, little brother, I remember your smile.
Don't call me a fool. I know where she's been. When they turn on those lights in town. She'll go there again. . There's no need in crying. You don't make the rules.
Well, when I was young. My momma read me nursery rhymes beside my bed. And though they sounded mighty fine. They made no sense to me. . And now that I am all grown up.
I love the sweet little thing, she was just sixteen. Pretty as the stars above. But her mom snuck up to my pick-up truck. I was snatched from the arms of love.