(Frank J. Meyers - Billy Yates). . I saw those blue lights flashin'. Over my left shoulder. He walked right up and said,. "Get off that riding mower.".
My eyes may be hollow / My face may be pale. I may be just a shadow of my former self. But tonight the ghost of heartaches past / Is steppin' into town.
Its a slow, smoky scene at the county line cantina. Where strangers stop to hear her sing a song. Shes a legend round these parts. For stealing all the hearts of cowboys on their way to San Antone.
It's been kicking around since '72. And there's not a whole lot that it ain't been through. Never quite learned to play by the rules. And there's one in every dreamer.
I've got a scrap book full of pictures. [Incomprehensible] frozen in the air. Needin' lots of lace. And baby's breath in my hair. . Don't wanna say that I was just rehearsing.
As the fireflies buzzed around him. Like so many dancing stars. God told all the angels from Jupiter to Mars. . There's a basket in the river. Bearing something dear to me.
A baby with a baby. Just barely seventeen. My mother mourned her innocence. While she bounced me on her knee. . A daddy on the road. Added to her tears and trials.
I know it was pretty strange timing and maybe the odds were bad. We were awkward as a couple of left-footed dancers. Baby we were pretty sad. You tried to tell me that it just wouldn't work.
She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train. Watched the scenery fly by with a fever in her brain. Seemed like a good time at the time, rolling down that track.
My eyes may be hollow. And my face may be pale. I maybe just a shadow. Of my former self. . But tonight the ghost of heartaches past. Is steppin' into town.
I heard he's out with someone new. Wish her luck 'cause she'll need it for she's through. That man's nothin' but a crash course in the blues. But some girls gotta learn the hard way.