Candy kisses wrapped in paper mean more to you than any of mine. Candy kisses wrapped in paper you'd rather have them any old time. You don't mean it when you whisper those sweet love words in my ear.
People tell me I must be addicted to romance. Never getting over the excitement of a glance. And your eyes [?] - every other time. I like to think I'm right.
Hot coffee on the dashboard a cold front on the way. Last night I was in Oregon tomorrow Santa Fe. Up for two days runnin' and I'm feelin' tired inside.
Time for the singer. Time for the singer boy to make his way home. A prodigal I've been distressed. This lonely child can't make it on his own. I've been traveling states away.
Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne. She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can. She laid a big one on me- surprised me with her tongue.
Well now, listen people let me tell you some news. I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues. We're low on heat 'n' all. We're low on gas. And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze myself.
I don't want to lose you, but even a fool can see. Everyday your love is slippin a little bit further away from me. So I'll be the one to say good-bye cause your hearts already gone.
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y. C-O-U-N-T-R-Y. That's what I strive for C-O-U-N-T-R-Y. My daddy died for C-O-U-N-T-R-Y. My music sings C-O-U-N-T-R-Y. My girlfriend lives out in the C-O-U-N-T-R-Y.
I got a Saturday night, girl, that I've been saving. You've got a sweet kiss, I've been dying to taste it, taste it. Baby, take off them shades and let me see them blue eyes.
Oh, it's crying time again you're gonna leave me. I can see that faraway look in your eyes. I can tell by the way you held me darling. That it won't be long before it's crying time.
When the weather's kinda chilly and we start to kiss and hug. Everybody thinks she's silly cause she wants to cuddle bug. That cuddle buggin' baby of mine keeps cuddle buggin' all the time.
COWPOKE. (Stan Jones). '58 Edwin H. Morris & Co. . 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.
You saw me crying in the chapel the tears I shed were tears of joy. I know the meaning of contentment now I am happy with the Lord. Just a plain and simple chapel where humble people go to pray.
All day I've faced a barren waste. Without the taste of water cool water. Old Dan and I with throats Burt dry. And souls that cry for water cool clear water.
When I was a little bitty baby. My mama would rock me in the cradle. In them old cotton fields back home. . When I was a little bitty baby. . Oh when them cotton bowls get rotten.
Last night as I laid on the prairie and looked at the stars in the sky. I wondered if ever a cowboy would drift to that sweet by and by. . Roll along roll along roll on little doggies roll on roll on.
Condemned without trial no chance to explain. Sentenced to be lonely despised. Condemned without trial to heartaches and pain. I thought that you demand me from the life.
Come live with me and be my love. Come fulfill the dreams my heart's dreaming of. While the turtle dove calls to the mist as April rain falls. Oh come live with me and be my love.
When the wind's blowing soft through the valley. And the rain's falling gentle and thin. And it looks like the streams are a poppin' it seems. It's comin' comin' green.
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.