god you were a martyr. not worth praying. your grave won't be adorned. with flowers. but with infants of blood. . satan touched the dawn. and devoted the sky.
my eyes are the truth. my eyes are deflucing. my eyes are captivating. . the power of my beauty. is inside of me. the power of my might. is inside of me.
Kiss the blood. On my lips. Kill the blood. On my eyes. Kill the God!. Let the moonlight. Bring back the existence. Of the missing ones. Their breath.
mirandote a los ojos me doy cuenta. que le suerte esta conmigo. estando a tu lado me haces ver. que el amor es pan comido. cada ves que yo te beso siento que mi corazon.
"There must be some kind of way out of here". Said a joker to the thief. "There is too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth.
Away in a manger. No crib for His bed. The little Lord Jesus. Laid down His sweet head. . The stars in the bright sky. Looked down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus.
Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria in Excelsis Deo. Gloria in Excelsis Deo.
The moon is high and the sunset fades. The lullabies have all been sung. We're tuckin' in another day. And stars appear now one by one. . But the stillness moves and the silence yields.
Verse one. you're touching me. (i]m touching you). got your body (in the nude). baby girl you're into me (i'm into you). got the candles burning like my love for you, kiss you on your back to get you in the mood, baby girl you know there's nothing I wont do once we get in the room, girl it's all about you and me .. making love ...exctacy , all night long (dont) forget to breathe.
Amarillo by morning up from San Antone. Everything that I got is just what I've got on. When the sun is high in the Texas sky. I'll be buckin' in the country fair.
Folks used to think that I could ride any bronc or bull alive. Maybe in my younger days I could. But now I'm slowin' down a bit friends tell me that I should quit.
Just a broken down cowboy. all down on his luck. Been through the best of his friends. On a long lonesome highway. in an old pick-up truck. Cross Texas like a hot dusty wind.
Before we close out the album I'd like to thank these fine players. If you listen to any of the songs of the superstars of the recording business. The chance is at least on of these pickers was in on the session.
This road that I've chosen it's a road that few have traveled. But there's good times with the hard times along the way. And this life that I'm livin' God knows that I love it.
I pack my clothes in a cardboard box and mama packed my lunch. I walk down to the highway and caught a trailways bus. I woke up in the city stepped down on the curb.
Well a bronc bucked me off up in Cheyenne Wyoming I broke me a couple of bones. My wife up an left me it must be an omen my destiny's being alone. I've been thinkin' of mama out a workin' the yard so I gave her a call on the phone.
Well you mama finds it hard to understand,. Why her lovin' son wants to be a rodeo man.. And your daddy had a whole lotta great big plans for you,. You hate to disappoint him but you gotta other things to do..
She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer. And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air. 'cause the old cattle trail, well, it weren't anywhere.