I'd play the Red River Valley. And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry. And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?".
(Woody Guthrie - Martin Hoffman). . The crops are all in. And the peaches are rotting. The oranges are stacked. In their Creosote dumps. They're flying them back.
(Tom Campbell - Steve Gillette). . Where the Walker runs down into the Carson Valley plain. There lived a young maiden Darcy Farrow was her name. The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she.
Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker. They'd say, six to one a half dozen'll break her. Till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues.
Well, the good times scratched a laugh. From the lungs of the young men. In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon. And the old ones by the door with their heads to their chests.
Cold Fort Worth beer just ain't no good for jealous I try it night after night. You're in someone else's arms in Dallas does Fort Worth ever cross your mind.
It was mom and daddy's anniversary. You hugged my mom and kissed my daddy's hand. It had been three years since you left me. And it broke my heart to see you once again.
Where I stand, the sun is setting. Where you stand, the moon is high. It's so strange to be here in the day. While you're there in the night. . Wires carry your voice to me.
Wind chimes outside my window. Inside, two hearts in tempo. Inhibitions slowly let go. We hold on. . In a place where the world can't find us. Love takes the wheel and drives us.
Darlin', you won, yeah, you captured my heart. Tender promises, strong lovin' arms. Now that I'm yours at last, you say it's happenin' too fast. Suddenly you're havin' second thoughts.
Indian summer, Abilene. You were new in town. I was nineteen and sparks flew. . They called us crazy behind our backs. 'Romantic fools', we just let them laugh.
Early in the morning, too hung over to go back to sleep.. Every sound is amplified, every light is so dizzying.. LIsten for a while to the neighbors having sex,.
Written by Willy Braun, Micky Braun, Dustin Welch. . Theres a lonely man thinkin about a long lost love. . The gleam in a young girls eye. . The content of a man just in from the cold.
One, two, one, two, three go. . All the girls all get prettier at closing time. Oh, they all begin to look like movie stars. All the girls all get prettier at closing time.
Well, she's a rocker, she take after me. She's a roller, rollin' a the family. She's a rock 'n roll baby, a real gone twister. . But I'm tellin' you mister, don't you mess around.
Down down down came the world I went round round round round in a whirl. I built every dream around one girl then down down down came the world. . She must have loved a little just to keep me hanging on.
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh Lord I wanna go home. Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City. And I dreamed about those cottonfields and home. I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother.
There's a girl in a barroom we all know her well. Her name it's the story that some may like to tell. She may be young and pretty with lips red as wine.
I remember when I was a lad times were hard and times were bad. But there's a silver lining behind every cloud. Just poor people that's all we were tryin' to make a livin' out of black land dirt.
She reaches out to his side of the bed. She hears his voice but only in her head. After forty years its hard to be alone. So tonight shell go to sleep and dream him home.