Keep that candle burnin' birght, mother. I'll be kinda late tonight, mother. There's a yellow moon above, mother. Shinin' on the one I love, mother. .
Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home. Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone. I grew up on music that we called western swing.
Love is funny or it's sad,. Or it's quiet or it's mad,. It's a good thing or it's bad,. But beautiful!. . Beautiful to take a chance. And if you fall, you fall,.
Why do we argue the way we do. Can't you see girl that I, I'm in love with you. And it hurts (it hurts so bad). To see you cry (to see you sad and blue).
Why do we argue the way we do. Can't you see girl that I, I'm in love with you. And it hurts (it hurts so bad). To see you cry (to see you sad and blue).
Oh yeah. Wow yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. . Girl you gotta know what ya doin' to me. When you're givin' me ya sexy thang. Don't ever change what you do with your body.
Don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees?. Don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees?. Don't your arms look lonesome when your baby back's up to leave?.
So giving all the love you have. Never be afraid to show your heart. So giving all the love you have. There is a special reason. A special reason. . In the big dream.
(Christmas). The snow's coming down. (Christmas). I'm watching it fall. (Christmas). Watching the people around. (Christmas). Baby, please come home. (Christmas).
I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling, West Virginia. A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door. In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita.
I stood on faith and the corner of ambition. I came here to sink or swim. And to show them all that they were wrong. And though I never thought I'd make it this far.
A boy flies for freedom. But dies for the peace. In the clouds, he waits for an answer. But there's no release. . It's strange here without you. And it's so hard to see.
No clock beside my bed, don't try to wake me. No phone upon my wall, who's going to call?. No knock upon my door, no news to shake me. Nights like the one before, I can't take no more.
I came into this world without a single idea. That if you wanna get to the top, then you better learn how to steal. When everything is mine, do I really need apostrophe?.
(VERSE 1). Here he comes, the lyrical stylist. In a time where Hip-Hop rhymes look childish. You think you're an MC by rapping on a beat. HA! Let me laugh, you've got a big lack of skill.
falling apart at the seams. . but rolling as fast as we can. we're searching for some in betweens. . and answers from only a man. . who promised to help us to live.
Oh, face the fact. that precious time you can't turn back. all hope is lost. when all possessions turn to dust. Can we go on. with so much promise dead and gone?.
Once there was a promise. . A promise made to me. . That if I keep working hard. Built a future with my hands. My dream would come to be. . Was punctual, met demands.
Sitting here in a big old box. Getting help for my vice. Got a sink and a toilet with a view. Like the rest of the mice. I lie awake and I shake. Like a rabid dog waiting to attack.