Chicken every Sunday mama everything's all right. Johnny was just a little boy the day his daddy died. And his mama had a hard time keepin' them both but the Lord knows how she tried.
She smiled and said if you are who I think you are I'd really like to meet you. I laughed and said if you are what I think you are I'd like to meet you too.
I keep changin' my mind just can't make up my mind. I've been workin' hard and dreamin' bout all the things we're gonna do. And how satisfyin' it would be to feel the world round me and you.
At the airport in Chicago Sunday night. A soldier and his pretty wife came by. She had brought him there to send him off to war. I heard him say now don't cry anymore.
Here I am a livin' fast smokin' Lucky's and talkin' trash. Hangin' out on a barroom stool actin' like a fool. Out of work and out of luck stay out late and I drink too much.
You speak and the words flow like honey your kiss holds a promise so sweet. But all of these things that you tell me you tell to each new love you meet.
Let me carry that old suitcase hon. And here's my hat to shade your pretty head from the sun. Let's keep moving down the road that has no end it seems.
Sometimes we fight 'bout who's wrong and right. And stay up all night. And sometimes we drink and say hurtful things. That we don't mean. Yeah, we're both screamin' but nobody's listenin'.
You cuss like a sailor, smoke a pack a night. You're hell bend on livin' like ya ain't afraid to die. You're a lil' too fast, you won't slow down. I'm your shotgun girl till my time runs out.
Sometimes we fight. 'Bout who's wrong and right. And stay up all night. Sometimes we drink. And say hurtful things. We don't mean. . Yeah, we're both screamin'.
When it's all over but the shoutin'. When God the Father's done his final accounting. And I find out that I made the cut. Boys I'm gonna get me a chariot.
I ain't neve had a problem with California. There's a lot of good women from Sacramento to Carona. But them Hollywood types after a while wearon ya. Struttin' around in their size zeros.
Chinatown, my Chinatown. When the lights are low. Hearts that know no other land. Drifting to and fro. . Dreamy, dreamy Chinatown. Almond eyes of brown.
Can't buy me love, love. Can't buy me love. . I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend. If it makes you feel all right. I'll get you anything my friend. If it makes you feel all right.
Night and stars above that shine so bright. The myst'ry of their fading light. That shines upon our caravan. . Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sand so I may keep.
My daddy told me when I was a young girl. A lesson he learned, it was a long time ago. If you want to have someone to hold onto. You're gonna have to learn to let go.
Meanwhile down on Biel Street. Drinking in a Biel Street bar. There's a fog rollin' off the Mississippi. Has anybody seen Arkansas?. . And the deckhands from the toll boats.
There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,. Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,.
That Crystelle, you temptress, you creature of back booths. So accomplished at dancin' when walkin' would do. There's a neon fire in your eyes reflecting off a rhinestone tear.
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friends that that life is some risky. I have backed away quickly from those who tried to burn me.