I'd like to welcome everybody again and say how good it is. To see you out at the annual Holy Roller Hall Christmas fund raiser. And up next we have a fellow who we've all come to know in love.
They never should have messed with New York City. They don't want none of old Uncle Sam. We stare right in the face of terror. And you know Lady Liberty still stands.
A mason jar full of shine, a CD of Leann Rhimes. Is what I bought for our anniversary tonight. Now here I stand with my petunias in hand. And you've got a headache again.
A mason jar full of shine, a CD of Leann Rhimes. Is what I bought for our anniversary tonight. Now here I stand with my petunias in hand. And you've got a headache again.
I'm tempted my darling, to steal you away,. Don't let me crossover, stay out of my way.. You know that I love you, and I'm not the stealing kind,. But I'm faced with heartaches, at love's cheating line..
Don't let me cross over. Love's cheating line. . I'm tempted, my darling. To steal you away. Don't let me cross over. Stay out of my way. . You know that I love you.
You know I can be found,. sitting home all alone,. If you can't come around,. at least please telephone.. Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.. . Baby, if I made you mad.
I want to go home, I want to go home,. Oh Lord, I want to go home,. . Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,. And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home,.
Well here I sit, gettin' ideas. Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this. Out all night and runnin' wild. Woman sittin' home with a month old child.
It's not your eyes. It's not what you say. It's not your laughter that gives you away. You're just lonely. You've been lonely, too long. . All your actin'.
Disarm you with a smile. And cut you like you want me to. Cut that little child. Inside of me and such a part of you. The years burn. Ooh, the years burn.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.
Braided rope, saddle soap, rosin for his riggin'. A young man dreams of growing up to ride. Buckin' broncs, Brahma bulls is just some wishful thinkin'.
I've been gone for so long. Feels so good just to get back home. Back to my friends. And other faces that I love to see. . Like a rainbow that is in the sky.
Well Lord, I love this ranchin' with it's ropin' and brandin'. But I don't like that farmin' at all. It's goodbye for the summer, this haying's sure a bummer.
I'm sittin' in a city filled with people cars and smoke. The walls are closin' in on me my heart's about to choke. The world becomes a foggy dream and I no longer see.
Under the skies of old big D. He works a nine to five. Bending steel and driving nails. By phone in a suit and tie. . He fights traffic in his Mercedes.
I parked my old pickup behind the holdin' fence and rosined up my riggin. Cause my old daddy said if I ride hard and take care of my gear I'd make it big.
Let him sit in the kitchen. 'Til the red rooster crows. And drink bootleg whiskey. 'Til he loses control. . Let him find him somebody. He can treat like a dog.
(Tommy Simms). . With all of my heart, I know I could love you. But, with all of my soul, I'm driftin away. With all of my mind, I know you could save me from myself.