It all looks beautiful to me. It all looks beautiful to me. It all looks beautiful to me. It all looks beautiful to me. . The rusted cars, the battle scars.
Down the rough road where the asphalt is split. Stumbles a man down to his wits. Brother, oh brother, what's left to regret?. Known by the way that he carries his load.
Mama got a call from the Principal's office. "Better get down here fast. 'Cause Mandy passed out when her water broke in the middle of geometry class".
Ridin' the Bluegrass Express. Ridin' the Bluegrass Express. This train will soon be gone. And I'm goin' home on the Bluegrass Express. . He'll cross the river at New Port Town.
Three hundred days of traveling. Pickin' music from the soul. It's a life that's not for all. But it's the way we choose to go. The rangers and the music.
I took some time to clear my mind. And give myself a change of atmosphere. I had some fun lyin' in the sun. Daytona's nice this time of year. . I saw lovers hand in hand building castles in the sand.
My grand daddy never went to church*. He felt closer to god with his hands in the dirt. Doing hardwork with. the sun on his face sweat on his brow, and the wind in his hair.
Baby, now that I've found you. I won't let you go. I build my world around you. I need you so, baby even though. You don't need me now. . Baby, now that I've found you.
Goodnight Irene or Susana don't cry for me I'm going to California. I'll see you in my dream. And black oak savanna black oak savanna. . I rode into town on a Sunday.
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little. Well it makes me want to jump up and run. And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock n' roll.
IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF TEXAS, EAST AND WEST OF EL PASO. WHERE THE MIGHTY FRANKLIN MOUNTAINS GUARD THE TRAIL TO MEXICO. THERE'S A NEW-MADE WIDOW CRYING AND A HEARSE A ROLLIN SLOW.
I'm back in the saddle again. Out where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle feed. On the lowly gypsum weed. Back in the saddle again. . Ridin' the range once more.
She pushed the door open. Turned the light switch on. She sleeps alone in our empty bed. I've been gone too long. Baby, baby, tomorrow. I'm coming home.
My mind knows full well I should leave here. But my heart, my foolish heart will not turn. She fills me with a crazy wild desire. And, lying helpless, I know just how I'll burn.
It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day. The day the fever got him, and took him far away. Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true.
Line of sight, speed of sound. Feel of flesh the long way down. Flash of light you look around it's over. You're OK, but I'm a mess. It's the way it goes I guess.
Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83. There he did meet young Sarah McCray. The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning. Herald of springtime in his young life that day.
You take off from work a bit early. The boss doesn't care if you stay. The guard with the key has to check your ID. But he'd just as soon blow you away.
Oh when I was a little boy. Only one or two. The first thing I did enjoy. Was a plate of Barbeque. . [Chorus]. Barbeque sliced beef and bread. Ribs and sausage and a cold Big Red.
I can't remember when I was here. But I'm back again. I barely know you friend. And everything's changed. Sun burned up. The sky turned green. The air smelled of gasoline.