Another day just rolling by in the same old town.. Another drink at the local bar, hear the same old sound.. That jukebox singing solid country gold..
I'm on a red dirt road windin' up to a sky of blue. And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two. No more sittin' at home leave the TV and the telephone far behind.
You can ask for sitting in a pew under that pottery painted glass. Search for it in shadows hidden deep in your checkered past. Ill feel sometimes like youre looking for a ghost.
When I was just a boy my granddaddy. Took me to town one afternoon. He drove an LTD, wore a big white Stetson. And two tone cowboy boots. . He said, "Son here it goes, and he handed me a twenty.
Youre no Casanova,. Youre no poet. We both know it. You dont have a. Silver tongued way,. Of speaking from your heart.. . Your comfort zones on shaky ground.
Been out with the girls all night long. Kickin it up with our blue jeans on. You keep casting looks at me. Throw out a line and ask me to leave. . Well I don't know who you think you are.
First light sounds like a pretty time to leave. "It seems like you're in a zone", you say to me. "Be sure to set your internal alarm clock, please". You text me.
All around the world statues crumble for me. Who knows how long I've loved you. Everywhere I go people stop and they see. Twenty-five years old my mother God rest her soul.
Hardest thing Ive ever done, or that Ill ever do. Was to just walk off and leave you, but I knew I had to leave you. Cause I couldnt stay and watch you falling out of love with me.
Take me as I am, put me some place warm. Lay me down in dreams and feathers lady. You could be a friend, just stretch out your arms. Hold me close until the ghosts fade baby.
122, 59 Oak Drive. Rolls off my tongue like a nursery rhyme. Wooden numbers on the front of your house. Where we fell in love. . Little things they stick in my mind.
Hot sun dancin' on the river. We're sittin' on the bank and watch the world go by. Our feet in the water she pressed her lips to mine. We were so long on love but short on time.
Felt like I was born on the backside of the moon. Never been a sunshine child. I'm not one for pity even when I'm in the mood. But it's comin' to the point in my life.
VERSE 1. . IT WAS SUMMER TIME NINETY-TWO. AND A PRETTY GIRL CAME MY WAY. AND THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THIS BOO. AND BOY MY SOUL SHE SWAYED. SHE HAS STYLE LIKE A RUNWAY MODEL.
If you have friends in Gloryland. Who left because of pain. Thank God up there they'll die no more. They'll suffer not again. . So weep not friends I'm going home.
There's a sweet dream on your pillow. There's a sad song in your eyes. There's a sunshine behind a dark cloud. Up above you in fools thin air. . She's an old friend, she's a good friend.
Sometimes I get so angry with you. You treat me like an old worn out shoe. I've been here for you, for oh, so long. . One day you could reach and find me gone.
I leave you with something you can't understand. You can't buy or sell it or hold it in your hands. It's greater than this world of ours or the heavens above.
Being without you, baby, is drivin' me crazy. But the way we were was drivin' me insane. The cure for a love-sick ill don't come in a little pill. I could use a shot of good time in my veins.
You look so disbelievin' at my suitcase by the door. And my taxi's on its way here, I can't take it anymore. Well, lately you forgotten what lovin' me is about.