I've never wanted wealth untold my life has one design. A simple little band of gold to prove that you were mine. . Don't want the world that have been hold for fame is not my line.
Bad news travels like wild fire good news travels slow. They all call me a Wildfire cause everybody knows. . That I'm bad news everywhere I go. Always a gettin' in the trouble ha ha ha.
I used to cry and then I forgot how, and that's living. If there's no sweatin' up for my brow, well that's living. I'm doing everything I wanna do. I don't do nothin' that I don't want to.
Back home again in Indiana. And it seems that I can see. The gleaming candle light, still burning bright. Through the Sycamores for me. The new-mown hay sends all its fragnance.
Baby sweet sweet baby. My world's so cold and empty since you've gone. Baby sweet sweet baby. Without you I don't know how I'll go on. . I've got that lonesome feeling deep inside of me.
As I look across a meadow when I see our little girl chasing butterflies. I can feel you here standing next to me in the mist of mem'ries filled my eyes.
Let's say were sorry,. Before it's too late,. Give forgiveness a chance. Turn the anger into water. Let it slip through our hands. . We all bleed red,.
The blackbirds came at dusk and they roosted in the cane,. Raised such a ruckus that it shook my windowpane. And I'm covered up in dirt and I stink of kerosene.
You're hiding from love. You see, you don't need it. But if that were true. You could take it or leave it. . Well, you gotta learn to walk. But you're afraid of fallin'.
Nobody ever makes it last anymore. There I was looking for the easy way out. These days love is a revolving door. Cast aside at the first sign of doubt.
Well I got empty bottles and legal papers wrinkled up all over the floor. My pen won't write and my guitar doesn't have a song in it anymore. Well I can write another love song, yeah, but first you got to find someone to love.
I'm hanging up my walking shoes. I'm gonna bid farewell to the travelin' blues. No more chasing setting suns. And living on the run. . Yeah the highway's got what the dirt road's got.
Well I got empty bottles and legal papers wrinkled up all over the floor. My pen won't write and my guitar doesn't have a song in it anymore. Well I can write another love song, yeah, but first you got to find someone to love.
My baby says she's goin',. Gonna go,. Gonna leave me on my own. Yeah my baby says she's goin',. Gonna go,. Gonna leave me on my own. Yeah but she's been talkin' like she's gonna be walkin'.