I have dreamed a dream, there a common man. Ah, hoping to rise to the top. I have sworn by my blood as your man, my love. That one day, I promise. One day your hurting would stop.
Paully had a red shirt. Paully had a red shirt. Suzy, she ripped her shirt off completely. Paully, he had a red shirt. Paully, he had a red shirt. Suzy, she ripped her shirt off completely.
We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers. Baby what's become of us. A latent memory of southern springs and summers. Maybe winter in New York.
Let's get connected again. I feel so far from where you are. Let's get connected. Again yeah. . Your voice is the sweetest sound. But I'm out of place without your face.
We met eyes across a crowded room. And made love through the afternoon. In our minds, we cant deny that. These chemical explosions sing a song that our emotions.
(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.
Sometimes time goes so fast. As I look back at my past. For whats here today. Can easily just pass away. . My heart was an open wound. Casting shadows like the moon.
What you feel here in the city. Is a rhythm that carries you along. You know where you belong. There may be noise and traffic. But it's kind of a song.
In a department store north of Houston,. Sat a Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.. In a minute he knows,. The front door will close,. And this tired, old Santa can pack up and leave..
Think like you haven't ever. Try to remember the days. When we would talk till the light. Before morning. . Your summer neck is burned. With salt and sand.
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.
Ghosts, walk through the walls. They catch your rise and falls. Then sink back to sleeping again. . Dust, it settles on shelves. Will you shake me from myself.
I will wait. I will wait for Your peace. I will wait. I will wait and You comfort me. . I lift my head. I lift my heart, my soul. I lift my hands. I give myself, my life my all.
Come thou fount of every blessing. Tune my heart to sing Thy grace. Streams of mercy never ceasing. Call for songs of loudest praise. . Teach me some melodious sonnet.