Hey, Mr. Politician. You say that it is time to fight this holy war. But I don't need no television. To see one is raging out my back door. . When I saw those towers tumble.
It was Christmas eve. And your message to me read. "I really need to talk to you today". We sat in your car that night. Cried and said it all. Then parted knowing nothing.
Take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trills. And the mountain so high where the cataract spills. Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills.
I made her smile, I made her cry. Cleared her head and made her wonder why. I helped her live then made her want to die. But she can't complain, she can't complain.
Well a country boy named Shorty and a city boy named Dan. Had to prove who could run the fastest to win Miss Lucy's hand. Now Dan had all the money and he also had the looks.
Oh the crystal chandeliers light up the paintings on your wall. The marble statuettes are standing stately in the hall. But will the timely crowd that has you laughing loud help you dry your tears.
Lord, bless your children who walk in perfection. Who managed to master your will. Give them their share of sweet milk and wild honey. Provide bread of life till they're filled.
Carolyn let me tell you what I've heard about a man today. He didn't come home from work and he went away. Till he came to a city bright in the nighttime like day.
your now rocking with mfg, its the big homie nathan,. you know exactly how to work i baby,. yeah when you shakin that ass on me(hold up),. let me take a picture,.
Dragging around. The sins of your father. Handed on down. From one to another. Spinning new wheels. From lover to lover. Afraid to come now. From under the covers.
Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we knew. Butter came from butter beans and it all went in a stew. We lived off our victory garden and the neighbors did so too.
Flipped into the wind. Like the ashes of her cigarette. He got scattered thrown on the breeze. As he tried to forget. He lost all his heat. And his heart never will be the same.
My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs. I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here. And I came by here just to tell you good-by. I can see it in your face, you don't want to know why.
I am a clock without hands. I'm walking through the midnights. Counting all the moments of the loves I've left behind. Crying on the shoulders of the days, I've not forgotten now.
In the hills of Montana. There's a timber wolf howlin'. The Rangers are prowlin'. For a woman alone. She'd run away. From an Indian lover. He'll never recover.
He is from the work of a Southern writer. Where every man's a fighter. Where the strong survive. And the weak move north to rest. . And he had lines of silver.
It's a long and dusty road. It's a hot and heavy load. And the folks I meet ain't always kind. Some are bad and some are good. Some have done the best they could.
Friends forever you and me,. Been together since we were tiny,. All ways loved you as you've loved me,. I'll all ways be there for you,you,you. You've all ways been there for me,me,me.