I wanna bring home the bacon to you I wanna share what I'm makin' with you. I wanna put you in my budget I wanna keep you in my heart. Cause you're the only apple in my applecart.
BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON. Writer Damon Black. . ] WHEN OLD CLOCKS BREAK THEY WON'T TELL TIME WHEN TOLL BELLS SHATTER THEY WON'T CHIME HEARTS BREAK IN PIECES WHEN LOVE IS GONE BUT BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON BOAT SPRINGS A LEAK AND IT WON'T FLOAT WHEN POEMS DON'T RHYME THEY DON'T GET WROTE HEARTS GET WALKED ON LIKE STEPPING STONES BUT BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON WHEN PLANES GET BROKE THEY WON'T FLY WHEN STARS CAN'T HOLD ON THEY FALL FROM THE SKY THINGS LIKE THAT MAKE ME WONDER WHY BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON I CAN SPEAK ON THAT WITH AUTHORITY YOU MADE A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF ME HERE I STAND LIVING PROOF THAT PROVES TO ME BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON WHEN PLANES GET BROKE THEY WON'T FLY WHEN STARS CAN'T HOLD ON THEY FALL FROM THE SKY THINGS LIKE THAT MAKE ME WONDER WHY BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON.
BROTHER HAROLD DEE. (Porter Wagoner). '71 Owepar Publishing. . To a man and wife three sons were born on the same day a bright Sundy morn. Three boys with exactly the same chance in life.
My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet. I went to a wedding one bright summer day. The bride was a beauty the people were gay. Alone in a corner I stood till the end.
At the bottom of the bottle is where a man can hide. When he must cross a river he knows is too wide. When the bottle is empty even heartaches are gone.
BREWSTER'S FARM. Writer Damon Black. . WHO'S GONNA HOE THE COTTON, WHO'S GONNA CUT THE CANE WHEN THE CREEK GOES DRY NEXT SUMMER, WHO'S GONNA PRAY FOR RAIN WHO'LL FEAR THE COLD WIND COMIN', THEN WEATHER OUT THE STORM WHEN THE AUCTIONEER CRIES HOW MUCH WILL YOU GIVE FOR BREWSTER'S FARM WHO'LL WAKE TO THE CROWING OF THAT OLD RHODE ISLAND RED THAT SITS OUT ON THE GATEPOST TO GET BREWSTER OUT OF BED WHO'LL SING THE SONGS OF DAVID IN CHURCH ON SUNDAY MORN WHOSE NAME WILL GRACE THE MAILBOX THAT NOW READS BREWSTER'S FARM IN WASHINGTON THEY STAND AND SAY THE FARMERS NEED A HAND BUT THE ONES THAT'S SELLING BREWSTER'S FARM ALL WORK FOR UNCLE SAM SMOOTH TALKING POLITICIANS THAT WINE AND DINE AND CHARM THEN TURN THEIR BACK AND WALK AWAY FROM THE SALE OF BREWSTER'S FARM NOW WE CAN'T FAULT HIS FAILURE CAUSE HE WORKED AND NEVER STOPPED IT JUST COST HIM MORE TO PLANT HIS SEED THAN HE GOT FOR HIS CROP AND THE PROFITS HE HAD COUNTED ON ALL WENT TO COUNTRIES FOREIGN IT WAS A SHADY DEAL BUT IT WASN'T MADE IN THE SHADE OF BREWSTER'S FARM SO TELL ME WHO'S GONNA HOE THE COTTON, WHO'S GONNA CUT THE CANE WHEN THE CREEK GOES DRY NEXT SUMMER, WHO'S GONNA PRAY FOR RAIN WHO'LL FEAR THE COLD WIND COMIN', THEN WEATHER OUT THE STORM WHEN THE AUCTIONEER CRIES HOW MUCH WILL YOU GIVE FOR BREWSTER'S FARM.
Tonight the bottle let me down. I've always had a bottle that I could turn to and lately I've been turning every day. But the wine don't take effect the way it used to.
Bottle of wine truly divine when you gonna let me get sober. Leave me alone let me go home let me go home and start over. . Ramble around this dirty ole town a beggin' for nickels and dimes.
Bottle bottle why do I love you so much. Gasping for air I come up from your lips. Amazed at the beauty at my fingertips. Awed by the softness and warmth of your touch.
Born to lose I've lived my life in vain every dream has only brought me pain. All my life I've always been so blue born to lose and now I'm losing you.
Wino Skid Row Joe some on vegranci. They've got all kinds in the Boston jail now they've got me. . In the county jail in old Boston they've got all kinds you see.
Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining shine on the one that's gone and proved untrue. Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.
Bones you've took me to places I wish that I'd never been. Bones you've carried me down winding roads of love that I thought had no end. But bones this time you've led me right straight to true love's door.
From daylight till dusk, we've been a workin' in the dust. Pickin' cotton workin' side by side. Well, I can't forget yes, I remember yet. The way my daddy looked at me and cried.
When I was a young man I played my guitar. I played for the people in Black Jack's Bar. They danced to the music and called me a star. And I took in the money in Black Jack's Bar.
In the land of the Ponderosa pine there runs a giant 8-wheeler. Known as the Big River Train. Just before she disappears into the forset she passes by a prison.
Oh them big wheels are turning going somewhere. And they're carrying her away from my side. Yes I cried thought I'd die. Love was just a game to me I thought I'd never cry.
I've been sittin' here a' looking at the clock big daddy. Already you're a half-hour late. I've been a' pulling back the curtains, peeping out the window.
Let's start by stopping long enough to talk things over. Since there's a new love burning between us. With open-minded understanding between us. Let's both feel free to talk of this new love.
I thought I had seen pretty girls in my time. But that was before I met you. I never saw one that I wanted for mine. But that was before I met you. I thought I was swinging the world by the tail.