Fight and scratch fight and scratch that's all we ever do. There surely must be more to love than to fight and scratch with you. You you to fight and scratch with you.
You and me cannot agree cause our love's the fightin' kind. Oh yes you did you started it like you start all our fights. No I didn't do no such thing and that a dirty lie.
He tills the soil and plants the seeds to feed his hungry land the farmer the farmer. With a hoe a shovel and a turnin' plow makin' his livin' by the sweat of the brow.
FALSE TRUE LOVER. Writer Shirley Collins. . Come in, come in, you old true love, And chat for a while with me, For it's been three quarters of a long year or more, Since I spoke one word to thee. I shan't come in, I shan't set down, I ain't got a moment's time, And since you are engaged with another true love, Then your heart is no longer mine. When you were mine, my old true love, Then your head lay on my breast, You could make me believe, by the falling of your arm, That the sun rose up in the west. There is many the star shall jingle in the west, There is many the leaf below, There is many the damn that shall light upon a man, For treating a poor girl so. I wish to the Lord I'd never been born, Or had died when I was young, Then I never would have mourned for my old true love, Nor have courted no other one..
There's a family Bible on the table. Each page is torn and hard to read. But the family Bible on the table. Will ever be my key to memories. At the end of day when work was over.
(The family who prays never shall part). Satan has parted fathers and mothers. Filling their hearts with his envy and hate. Hitting their pathway down to destruction.
Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground. The birds and flowers that were here now can't be found. All the friends that he once knew are not around.
(Falling falling falling out of love). Darling we're falling in and out of love but each time we're falling back again. We have a fight and then we make back up now here we go falling again.
Your eyes're soft and gentle but your heart is hard and cold. With the beauty of an angel and the devil in your soul. Your looks're so deceiving you're so lovely yet so wild.
OH MY INCOME IS SHORT ON OUTCOME. WHEN FRIDAY ROLLS AROUND I'M BROKE AND THEN SOME. WHAT I'M MAKIN', SOMEBODY'S TAKIN'. NOW HERE I GO.... A LITTLE FURTHER IN THE HOLE.
FUNKY GRASS BAND. RECORDED BY PORTER WAGONER. (Red Lane - Dottie West). '71 Tree Publishing. . A small town in Kentucky that's called Hazzard. Has been known to lay some talent on this land.
Last night quietly he walked through my mind. As I lay searching for sleep, his arms reached out. He whispered my name. As he brushed a tear from my cheek.
FINAL EXAMINATION. WITH DON GIBSON. (Red Lane - Dottie West). . You reset with the love that has built to stand on its own. Somewhere we surely went wrong.
You're not a dream. You're not an angel. You're a woman. I'm not a king,. I'm a man,. Take my hand. We'll make a space. In the lives that we planned. And here we'll stay.
Forever yours I'll always be please say that you'll give your sweet love to me. Forever yours my love will be I will take care of you say you love me.
Fair weather lover that's what you've always been. My fair weather lover you're leaving once again. . When the sun is shining and everything looks rosy.
I know somebody in jail. For growin' somethin' in his windowsil. He was tryin' to make a livin' now he's tryin' to be forgivin oh well. . I got neighbors that I just don't know.
Me and momma used to sit on my bed and pray. That id find you some day. She said I had a soul made of twin flames, baby never ever lose faith. I wanted to believe every single word she said was true.
I bet you'd never guess who I saw tonight. Guess you didn't see me in those low dim lights. I knew who she was. By the ring still on her hand. Sure looked like you still wanted to be her man.
I've already got you where I want you. 'Cause I've got you wanting me. When I'm ready, I'll just push the button. Hittin' play will be so sweet. You think you're holding all the cards.