Completely, wanna give my love completely. Id rather be alone than be in love just half the way. I want to find someone that I can trust. . Completely, wanna give my heart completely.
Well I've always been a rounder. With a passion for the road. Respect for all the ladies. But easy come and easy go. Love was only in the movies. Not the answer to my dreams.
Well, Ive always been a rounder. With a passion for the road. Respect for all the ladies. But easy come and easy go. . Love was only in the movies. Not the answer to my dreams.
Oh, Christmastime's a-comin'. Christmastime's a-comin'. Christmastime's a-comin'. And I know I'm goin' home. . Snow flake's a-fallin'. My old heart's a-callin'.
Mmm, yeah, yeah. . I been tryin' for a long time. To find the combination to your heart. I been a true friend, I let you in every part of me. Still there you are sayin' you don't know.
To the father and the son. Who never talk, come back home. To the husband and the wife. Who are both at fault, come back home. . Forget the past and start again.
To the father and the son. Who never talk, come back home. To the husband and the wife. Who are both at fault, come back home. . Forget the past and start again.
Met ya out on the west coast. fell in love in Frisco and brought you home. you said you loved this small town. we tried to put some roots down of our own.
Id Give Anything To Frame This Moment. Just Before The Morning Light. As I Lie Here With My Soul On Fire. Loving You Last Night. . But Nothing Ever Last Forever.
(howl) I'm lonesome but happy rich but I'm broke. And the good Lord knows the reason I'm just a cowpoke. From Cheyenne to Douglas all the ranges I know.
There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood no lovelier place in the dale. No spot is so dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the vale.
I'm tired of cryin' and all your lyin' that's why I'm buyin' a China Doll. Her lips are truer her thoughts fewer her eyes are bluer my China Doll. I'd rather have a doll to play that I could call my own.
(Lord build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland). Many years I've been looking for a place to call home. But I've failed here to find it so I must travel on.
Night times always party time. In the streets of New Orleans. . With the goodtime crowd. The music's loud. In the land of Cajun queens. . Just sitting on the barstool.
Skaggs Ricky. Miscellaneous. Country Boy. (Tony Colton). . I may look like a city slicker shinin' up through my shoes. But underneath I'm just a cotton picker pickin' up the messy blues.
Cowboys Don't Cry. ( Written by Jim Allison / Jeff Raymond / Bob Simon / Doug Gilmore ). . Why's that old jukebox keep playin'. That sad country song all night long.
A pine-log shack a mile off the state road. Daddy took odd jobs, momma raised us three. Times were mean, and our home was a haven. It was all we had, in Coldwater Tennessee.
My driftin' mem'ry goes back to the spring of '43. When I was just a child in mama's arms. My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that some day we could leave.
He ain't even near twenty. But he says he's seen plenty of hard times. 'Cause he's been on his bus for five days. And in his hotel for five nights. . And his satellite dish is broke.