Red ribbons hang in a Tennessee square. Old people laughing and singing and dancing down there. . I'd like to join 'em, I got no money to spare. So I sit here and watch from the porch.
On the eastern highway we ride. Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky. What's left is ivy and vine. All the letters I'd sent back home. Never express the idea of how a young man.
Pawn shop ain't no place for a wedding ring. Six months from now, what will that money mean?. You shop around looking for memories. . Somehow satisfaction don't come that easy.
My heart is sinking fast just like the titanic. My heart is pumping blood that's turning blue. Well, I just want this cruise and I just can't imagine.
If angels are messengers from God. Please send one down to me. If angels are messengers from God. I wrote a letter he should read. . Been living on faithless street all by myself.