Sometimes a loser. Sometimes a hero. This is a lonely captain's story. Sword and a pistol by his side. . [Chorus]. Do Lord oh do remember him. Yes, yes, remember him.
She did not want to drive. She did not want to fly. She did not want to wait. For a bus to come by. . She did not want to hassle. She did not want to hurry.
Sherry had a pawn shop band of gold. A sink full of dishes and a love grown cold. Along came a boy, pretty as the devil. She took his hand, the whole thing unravelled.
In the still of the desert.... In the light of the moon.... Armando walks all alone. The river ahead holds promise and dread. And he's 900 miles from his home.
In the melting snows of Ontario. Where the wind'll make you shiver. It was the month of May up in Georgian Bay. Near the mouth of the Musquash River. .
There's an old dirt road, just off route nine. Fades into the lake, at the low water line. Sometimes I wander down that road alone. Remembering the town, that I once called home.
She sleeps softly beside. And in secrets we abide. Long gone is the sharp pain. Of young love's foolish game. Days fade into night shades beyond love.
In your black t-shirt, in the parking lot. In your drone boots out back smokin' pot. Gotta black eye and you wear it proud. Guns and Roses way up loud.
Surrogates and shadowy henchmen galore. Party hacks and swift-boatin' talk-show whores. Look at all the lies it takes, the job of making kings. You can own the truth, you just gotta conceive it.
Mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm. Blue Paradise. Aah, aah. Aah, aah. . I used to be lonely. Woke up. Where the sun. Rise up in my eyes. (ooh, ahh). Baby, you. Came to me.
Baby I was bird this way. Bird and the egg are form this way. Nothing quite like this to make me feel alive. . Think back to the future past. Garden hose, green, green grass.
So you sailed away. Into a grey sky morning. Now I'm here to stay. Love can be so boring. . Nothing's quite the same now. I just say your name now. . But it's not so bad.
Well I've been out here diggin' a hole,. And the madder I get the deeper I go,. Maybe you're thinkin' I'm a fool,. Well maybe I'm diggin' this hole for you,.
I wake up in the morning full of dread. Trying to remember what I said. I say that I won't call you. And I mean it every time. Until I cross that Bourbon borderline.
If he don't dream 'bout you night after night. If you don't think that he's treatin' you right. If he don't worship the ground that you walk on. It's easy to see somethin's wrong.
It was late one night in the pale moonlight. all the vegetables gave a spree. they put up a sign said the dance is at 9. and all the admissions were free.
Every river searches for the sea. Every life runs it's own destiny. Canyons white and wild stretches calm and mild. Cutting through the stones of history.
I can't sleep and I can't eat all I do is sit and cry. And listen for your footsteps at my door. I keep asking myself why that you ever said goodbye. And I guess I've cried a million tears or more.
Bus station, at sun-up, lookin' for a new place to go He sips his coffee, and he pulls at his ring. And he thinks of how she looked years ago. . And she curls up with a blanket, in a yellow, plastic seat.
Down a one lane road there's a dusty fairground. Where I learned the bronc trade and I fell in love. With a blue eyed twister and her smoky whisper. She said "they call me the Cimarron Dove".