Well the old man died in the summer when the grass was dry and brown,. The long hard road he'd travelled had finally reached the end,. He was out on the veranda writing letters to his daughters,.
Crop circles in the moonlight mean us boys have been around. Show the girls a little good time spinnin tires in the soft ground. Crop circles round a camp fire we gonna smolder a little grass.
He rode into town one dust storm. sheepskin cloak across his back. A preacher man with kind old eyes. and a mystery for a past. . He said he'd come to teach about the love of god.
I feel a storm coming on and I want make it right tonight. There's a tired in your eyes I can tell you're on the verge of crying. Baby pack something warm and a couple of things you'd miss if you had to be gone for a week, let's go find someplace you can disappear till this storm passes over and your sky grows clear....
She grew up watching hockey. With her daddy on Saturday nights. He taught her how to tie her skates. Her brothers taught her how to fight. She can wear high heels or flannel.
(Monty Powell/Jules Medders). . When I was young and just a boy. I Had myself a dream. I'd get a horse and ride the range. With Roy and Gene. We'd save the girl in the nick of time.
A bright array of city lights as far as I can see. The great white way shines through the night for lonely guys like me. The cabaretes and honky tonks their flashing signs invite.
I tried so hard my dear to show that you're my every dream. Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme. A mem'ry from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart.
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me. I can see that far away look in your eyes. I can tell by the way you hold me darlin' Oooh. That it won't be long before it's cryin' time.
verse 1. You can be more than you ever think about. you can be half way, your going no where. i cant responde to your negativity. reframe from leaving your dispare..
I've had fame and fortune. Women come knock on my door. I've live to the limit maybe a little bit more. There are so many stories of how I got out of control.
Ive had fame and fortune. Women come knock on my door. Ive live to the limit maybe a little bit more. There are so many stories of how I got out of control.
"Crazy". . I'm crazy. crazy for feeling so lonely. I'm crazy. crazy for feeling so blue. . I know. you'd love me as long as you wanted. then someday. leave me for somebody new.
KEY OF D. I'm crazy, crazy for feelin' so lonely. And I'm crazy, crazy for feelin' so blue. Oh I knew, you'd love me as long as you wanted. And then some day, you'd leave me for somebody new.
Now blue ain't the world for the way that I feel. And the storm's brewing in this heart of mine. This ain't no crazy dream I know that it's real. And you're someone else's love now you're not mine.
You called me Country Willie. The night you walked away. With the one who promised you a life of joy. You thought my life too simple. And your was much too gay.
Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly (Fond of Each Other). . Well, there's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas.. There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend..
Corrine, Corrina,. where you been so long. Corrine, Corrina,. where you been so long. I ain't had no lovin'. since you've been gone.. . Corrine, Corrina.
Within my prison cell so dreary. Alone I sit alone with aching heart. I'm dreaming of my little darling. From her forever I must part. . The rose she sent me as a token.
I can hear the wind blowing in my mind. Just the way it used to do through the Georgia pines. And you were there to answer when I called. You and me, Lord knows, we had it all.