Come all ye fair and tender ladies. Take warning how you court your men. They're like a star on a summer morning. They first appear and then they're gone.
I just passed a cheap motel sign. I think I'll stop here and stay the night. First one alone in a long time. The right thing to do's not feeling right.
When I was. A little baby. A mamma's boy. No one could save me. From those kids at school. . They would bully. They would tease. They would taunt me. Haunt me.
Drive in the slow right lane 'cause we've got some time to kill. You know I love this time of year. And you're a strange, strange find. I wanna take all I can from you just give me a sign.
He's a flatland farmer. Who flat-picks an old guitar. Yeah, he's a flatland farmer. He flat-picks an old guitar. . He don't make no money. But he can out-pick a Nashville star.
He never done too good when he was in high school. He never even talked to a popular girl. He just hung around down at the drive-in. Honkin' on his horn and drinkin' Pearl.
Stars look like diamonds. Black velvet sky. Everything is perfect. In my world tonight. Lyin' here breathless. Chill on my skin. And all I wanna do, girl.
There's a little girl. and she's in for the fight of her life. Only six years old. facing down the future no fear in her eyes. Mama and Daddy prayin down on their knees.
(Verse):. Waiting here below the sky. I watch them as i try pass time. The moon awaits my company. The stars will watch me as i sleep. We need some difference in this world.
(Verse):. I have a love for this. Just listen to here. I'll show you your fear. . When you know what do to. I'll just sing to you. What i'm here to do.
Dont you think about it, dont think twiceopen your mind up tonight. Only the sound can turn you aroundits getting closer, can you feel it now. . Oh, oooOh, ooo.
I hear the train a comin'. It's rollin' 'round the bend,. And I ain't seen the sunshine. Since, I don't know when. I'm stuck in Folsom Prison. And time keeps draggin' on.
Beside a Singin' Mountain Stream. Where the Willow grew. Where the Silver Leaf of Maple. Sparkled in the Mornin' Dew. I braided Twigs of Willows. Made a String of Buckeye Beads.
There's a family Bible on the table. Its pages worn 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.
You say you want to be friends. That's a newly sharpened blade. That's a dagger to the heart. Of the promises we made. . That's a chapter full of pain.
Got some cash in my pocket. And it's burnin' a hole. Got the boss on my back. And it's gettin' real old. This week's been hell. But I'll party it out of my mind.
I guess I'm just a little bit scared. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought. When I see you lying there I worry about losing you. I used to think of only me but that was long ago.
(John Wayne Wiggins). . Woke up this morning with a smile on my face. I can't believe your memory didn't keep me awake. My heart's not beating the missing you blues.
Callin' all you country boys. And girls from Dixieland. Callin' all you folks up north. Y'all come on and give us a hand. . Callin' all the former's daughters.
It seems like overnight the town of Red River. Was suddenly full of strange men. Who wore suits in the summer and stood on the dirt roads. Trying to hold their maps in the wind.