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.
You could love this. It's just a little word. You take it out on occasion when it's necessary. We could believe this and lead our hearts astray. Still there are some that say.
Did you know freedom exists. In a school book?. Did you know madmen. Are running our prison. Within a jail, within a gaol. Within a white free protestant.
if i am rubber. and you are too. whatever you say. bounces around and around and around from me to you. . and i know you are. and so am i. yah i know you are.
It's hard to keep from falling out. So I'll just meet you on the ground. . When you know. Is more than you ever dreamed of. . It's hard to keep from falling out.
she said i'm not like this. you got me at my worse. and i'm no edison. you better off to jetison. but weight that compensates the worth. the least you could expect.
I don't know if I can get it right. I never put up a fight. I have hard time seeing what is wrong. Sure doesn't take you long. . We know there's something better here.
You and me and a bottle of screw-top wine. We headed out to the lake for a little unplug and unwind. In my old Silverado, draggin' your daddy's boat behind.
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts oh Lordy how they did love. Swore to be true to each other true as the stars above. He was her man he was doing her wrong.
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.
I've been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness. But all that thought you're giving me is conscience I guess. If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn't worry none.
Walk along with me for just awhile. This town can beat you down. It's mile after lonely mile. With so many faces and unfamiliar places every day. . I started out, I came here all alone.