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Fool For Love
Yes, she broke my heart again. (Fool for love). That's the way it's always been. (Fool for love). . It's a cryin' game. If you play long enough. It's a beautiful pain.
Farmer's Blues
Who'll buy my wheat. Who'll buy my corn. To feed my babies when they're born. Seeds and dirt. A prayer for rain. That I can use. I work the land. I watch the sky.
Four Walls
(Four walls to hear me four walls to see. Four walls too near me closing in on me). Out where the bright lights are glowing. You're drawn like a moth to a flame.
Funny How Time Slips Away
Hello there my it's been a long time. How am I doin'? Well, I guess that I'm doin' fine. It's been so long now but it seems now it was only yesterday.
Fly Me To The Moon (in Other Words)
Fly me to the moon let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words hold my hand in other words baby kiss me.
For The Good Times
Don't look so sad, I know it's over. But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning. Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together. There's no need to watch the bridges that we're burning.
Forgive Me My Heart
Forgive Me My Heart. . Hello heart it's me again do you remember. I was the one that caused you all that bitter pain. I promised then if you would just keep on beating.
Faded Love
As I look at the letters that you wrote to me. it's you that I am thinking of. As I read the lines that to me were so sweet. I remember our faded love.
Faith
You must have faith in everything you do. Faith will help you find the way faith will see you through. Faith can move mountains and change the tides of sea.
Frosty The Snowman
Frosty the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul,. With a corncob pipe and a button nose. And two eyes made out of coal.. Frosty the Snowman was a fairy tale they say,.
Funky Grass Band
A small town in Kentucky that's called Hazzard. Has been known to lay some talent on this land. Gave birth to a group that's really happening Eli Stubbs and his Funky Grass Band.
Freida
Mother Tree shake loose the leaves and the wind spins them around. How beautiful the leaves they are yellow red and brown. Me and Frieda stop to watch the dancing colored leaves.
Foggy Mountain Top
If I was on some foggy mountain top. I'd sail away to the west. I'd sail all around this whole wide world. To the girl, I love the best. . If I had listened to what Mama said.
Forty Miles From Poplar Bluff
I never had a pair of shoes that weren't all hand-me-downs. And daddy's morning coffee came from ol' left over ground. My mama wore no jewelry or any store bought stuff.
First Mrs. Jones
Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it. So I'll call her the First Mrs Jones. We were married in September and it lasted till November.
Flame
I find myself remembering things I thought I'd forgot. I thought I'd gotten over you but I can see I've not. And seeing you has made me realize how wrong I've been.
Fog Has Lifted
I can see the sunshine again. And I can see the blue sky where there once was fog and rain. We know each other now clear through and through. The fog has lifted between me and you.
Find Out
Find out find out after you find out how true love is to find. Then you'll come back and be happy with mine. Someone filled your darling's head with story.
Finish Line
Our love just runs in circles never turning for the best. With seperate dreams we can't complete in our race for happiness. And trouble built within our hearts till love has been tore down.
Fiddle And The Bow
FIDDLE AND THE BOW. Writer Damon Black. . MY DADDY WAS A SAWYER THOUGH THE TREES DIDN'T KNOW FOR DADDY DID HIS SAWIN WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW HE PLAYED THE DOWN HOME COUNTRY SONGS AND MOST OF THEM HE WROTE HE PLAYED THE MELODY BY EAR CAUSE HE COULDN'T READ THE NOTES SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING HE WOULD GO INTO HIS ROOM HE'D WRITE DOWN ALL HIS FEELINGS AND SET THEM TO A TUNE AND WHEN HE PLAYED THEM ON THE STAGE THEY WERE LIKE A VIDEO HE COULD PAINT A PICTURE WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW THEN HE PLAYED A SONG HE WROTE ABOUT A GIRL NAMED CAROLYN WALKER AND EVERYBODY SWORE SHE MUST BE REAL AND HE PLAYED A SONG HE WROTE ABOUT HARD TIMES AND PICKIN COTTON SO PLAIN THAT YOU COULD SEE HIM IN THEM FIELDS HE PLAYED A SONG HE WROTE ABOUT A RIVER DOWN IN GEORGIA YOU COULD CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SEE THE WATERS FLOW FOR MY DADDY WAS A WRITER AND HE PLAYED THEM OLD ONE NIGHTERS AND HE COULD PAINT A PICTURE WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW HIS HAIR WAS APPLE BLOSSUM WHITE WHEN HE TURNED THIRTY-THREE HE SAID I KNOW IT'S NOT THE YEARS IT'S JUST THE MILES ON ME I RECALL THE NIGHT BEFORE HE DIED TO A CROWD IN TUPELO HE SAID THERE'S ONE THING NEEDIN' SAID BEFORE I CLOSE THE SHOW YOU KNOW THE SONG I WROTE ABOUT THE GIRL NAMED CAROLYN WALKER WELL I ONLY DREAMED HER UP SHE WASN'T REAL AND TO TELL THE TRUTH I HAVE NEVER PICKED ONE SINGLE SACK OF COTTON BUT I HAVE SURE THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT COTTON FIELDS AND YOU KNOW THE ONE YOU LIKED ABOUT THE RIVER DOWN IN GEORGIA THAT'S THE ONE PLACE THAT I NEVER GOT TO GO CAUSE YOU SEE I'M JUST A WRITER AND I PLAY THESE OLD ONE NIGHTERS I MAKE A LIVIN' PAINTIN PICTURES WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW.
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