The days are gettin' colder the nights keep gettin' longer. The weather and the signs point to it all. Anyone can plainly see the writing on the wall.
We were blinded by love's light. Couldn't see nothin', everythin' was so bright. The wind blew in some dark cloudy skies. This ain't rain fallin' from our eyes.
He bought a flat top, down at a pawn shop*. Spent every weekend playing them bars,. One night a big wheel came down from Nashville,. Gave him a deal and he made him a star,.
If I leave here tomorrow. Would you remember me?. I must be traveling on, now. There's places I've got to see. . If I stayed here with you, love. It wouldn't be the same.
First time I saw you. I saw crimson, I saw dark blue. I saw the ocean we would drive to. To say our goodbyes. I saw winter, I saw new moons. I saw a heavy-hearted bridegroom.
For your love I'd rope the moon. Put it in a blender. Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender. I'd bite the brand off a buckin' Brahma Bull. I'd rob me a gin mill.
I keep my fingernails long. So they click when I play the piano. I keep my fingernails long. So they click when I play the piano. . I'm gonna keep 'em that way.
I'm ridin through the middle of some god forsaken town. Dark figures from the shadows, theyre tryin to cut me down. Some hero of the hour needs a rival of some kind.
Let me show you where I stop today. Had my doubts, packed my clothes, I was on my way. Right here on this spot was as far as I got. And I couldn't make it from here on out.
Somebody's gonna give you a lesson in leavin. Somebody's gonna give you back what you've been givin And I hope that I'm around. To watch them knock you down.
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack. Just a little shanty by the railroad track. The humming of the drivers was my lullaby. And a freight train whistle taught me how to cry.
Don't look so sad we know it's over. 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 were burning.
The first thing every morning and the last thing every night. I think of you and all the things I say and do. If only you were here to whisper sweet things to.
While resting the other evening by the side of the road. I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold. His face was all brown and wrinkled by the sun and the wind.
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. I miss you darling more and more every day.
Where the Walker runs down through the Carson Valley plain. There lived a maiden Darcy Farrow was her name. The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she.
If you see me with a great big smile at some party where the fun runs wild. If tears start to flow and I fall apart please don't think you broke my heart.
Well hello there my it's been a long long long time. How am I doin' oh I guess I'm doing fine. It's been so long now and it seems that it was only yesterday.
Deep in the night a baby cries. Little does he understand that before he knows it he'll be a man. In the spring a young man's fancy turns to love. In treetops high he sees the mating of the dove.
He used to sing his song to his Sara Jane the folk singer. His songs filled with love made the mountains ring the folk singer. At first Sara Jane was to be his bride but as his fame grew she was pushed aside.