Gimme a cheap beer joint. On the wrong side of town. And all you good time people gather round. Give me a toke out back. With a bouncer named Jack. And then roll me on in and sit right down.
DAVID WILCOX. CABIN FEVER. . Lazy hit the highway early today. And didn't slow down for his clothes. Wandering feet took him on his way. Where to nobody knows.
Can I. Have a talk with you. Can I. Make a dream come true. OOOOOh Can I. Be in love with you. (speak: Here is why I need to know). Cause I..... would, if I could.
You had to lose. A funny thing the part we can't play. I'd love to offer you with all the blame. . But now we have to choose. Another round for all my friends and me.
Tell me a story about the way I use to be. Millions of pieces all the spaces in between. Crack in the mirror all the things that we cant see. Tell me a story about the way i use to be.
The one and only night. you don't need to go at all. A car rolls up outside on time,. A moment from your call. . A hand-shake seems more fitting. than a kiss.
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..