It started way back in third grade. I used to sit beside Emilou Hayes. A pink dress, a matching bow in her ponytail. She kissed me on the schoolbus but told me not to tell.
As the maid poured wine and we prepared to dine. I knew I was feelin' out of place. At a table as large as a river barge. And "I love you" written all on your face.
Welcome to the Caf Shabu. Permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. Starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen. Here in Caf Shabu. .
Oh, oh, crazy love, ay,hi. Tonight, I'm gonna break away. Just you wait and see. I'll never be imprisoned by a faded memory. . Just when I think, I'm over her.
He'd known the Ten Commandments from the time he was five. But in the jungles, if Vietnam there was no wrong or right. He was a decorated hero when he stepped down, off the train.
I got an invite to a Saturday night. Shindig way up town. You know old John likes to have his fun. I couldn't turn a party down. . The band was playing some highfalutin music.
Cold coffee and hot beer. That's kinda how things are around here. We used to have such a happy home. But now we don't because she is gone. Can't get a hug nor a kiss around here.
Well it was mornin' when I left Alabama. And it must have been around in mid July. I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia. And the feathers were a flyin' like snow out of the sky.
Got her daddy's eyes and her mama's hair. That newborn baby lyin' there. A grandpa holds his first grandchild. That's a cryin' smile. . In another town there's a long white dress.
Cheater, cheater, where'd you meet her?. Down at Earnie's bar?. Did she smile your way, twirl her hair and say. How cute your dimples are?. . Did she use that line, your place or mine?.
They call me the Crazy Lemon. I'm crazy, wild, free for a while. I can't help what they think, I was born that way. I'll be a little crazy till my dyin' day.
River's on the rise, crows are in the skies. Look at that big yellow cornbread moon. Now that you're lookin', do you feel something cookin'?. Look at that cornbread moon.
Hey operator, cancel the phone call. I hear somebody knockin' at the door. Lookie here it's Loretta and she never looked better. Her arms full of groceries from the store.
The carnival is closed for the winter. The gates are full of nails. All my belongings in a camper truck. In front of some Hell Hole Motel.. . The rides are wrapped in canvass.
Woke up this morning all alone. I turned over and you were gone. Pulled the shade and looked down the drive. And you were gone in my 65. All that's left in the 'fridgerator.
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car. But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar. I know how to work and how to have fun. I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun.
I'm not afraid. I can count on you. To catch me now. I'll just let go, one thing is true. You won't let me down. With your arms around. . To cover me.
I love the way you look at me. Can't you see, you're the only one. That I could ever need?. Can't you feel how much, how much I wanna get. Maybe just a little, just a little bit.
Have you ever passed the corner of 4th and Ground. Where a little ball of rhythm has a shoeshine stand. People gather round and they clap their hands he's a great big bundle of joy.
Carolina moon keep shining shining on the one who waits for me. Carolina moon is pining pining for the place I long to be. . How I'm hoping tonight you'll go go to the right window.