When the night winds down and my thoughts run deep. And the lord hangs a black cat moon. As i lie awake i swear i heard a song in the wind. In the southern breeze i can hear the strummin'.
Out of the setting sun. You can see the red sky rising. Could she be the one. Cutting through the blue still water. . I hear our voices dancing on the wind.
He was 5 foot 7. Strong as an Oak tree. Yeah he had a good reason. for every lick he gave me. But he showed me the ropes. Good whiskey and smoke. And how to tell a dirty joke.
I wear this cross 'cause I believe. He shed His precious blood so I'd be saved. And daddy had to gold one just like me. But when he died he wore it to his grave.