I was sleeping on the rolled up copy of the early morning Maryland news. I didn't have a dime for coffee or to call me up someone to talk me to. And then I read a wanted ad that said I need the gardener right away.
I may not always love you. But long as there are stars above you. You never need to doubt it. I'll make you so sure about it. . God only knows what I'd be without you.
Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails. He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells. He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico. The only thing we've ever owned is this old house here by the road.
Grapefruit moon, one star shining. Shining down on me. I heard that tune and now I'm pining. Honey, can't you see?. . Every time I hear that melody. Something breaks inside.
Flippin' bottle caps through the ring around the moon. All alone on a Saturday night with the stars in bloom. I am a vision of my mother's dream come true.
My mother came to America. Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams. Back in the Thirties with the streets paved in gold. And the sky laced with moonbeams.
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine. We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry. New York, New York is a friend of the traveling kind.
There's a lighthouse in the harbor. Giving guidance with its light. But I had no one to return to. As I wandered through the night. . From the first time that I saw you.
(Buddy Mondlock). . Flipped into the wind. Like the ashes of her cigarette. He got scattered thrown on the breeze. As he tried to forget. He lost all his heat.
Down at the station the tracks are cold. The wheels of thunder, they roll no more. And the heart of America cries for the souls. Who won't be rollin' home.
In the back of my mind you're calling my name. I just can't believe that your feelings have changed. Without you I know my future is past. So I keep holding on to a ghost of a chance.
Got in this morning at four a.m.. You're as mad as you can be. I was drinking and talking and you know how that goes. Time just slipped away from me. By the time I knew what time it was.
Written by Micky Braun. . Even I could see that it was my fault. . I didnt have the guts to leave you. . I just thought that it would fall apart. . And in time that we would be through.
Written by: Micky Braun, Mark McCoy. . When I first met you, I was a dreamer. I didnt let nothing stand in my way,. I was looking for another soul to understand me.
Lay down your burdens. Lay down your cares. The Holy Virgin. She's gonna greet you up there. . With a big can of spray paint. With a big blank wall. And I can guaran-damn tee ya.
God is a real estate developer. With offices around the nation. They say one day he'll liquidate. His holdings up on high. I say it's all speculation.
You, you knew how to soothe me. Like the sound of rain on a sleepy afternoon. You made me a believer. That this love was worth falling into. It was good for a while.
Guide me home my Georgia moon. Well I left my home in Georgia cought the lights of New York town. But my pockets soon were empty now my luck it sure is down.
Well, I've been reeling around Wheeling. West Virginia just a little too long. Well, I gotta be leaving 'cause one deceiving. Free wheeling woman done me wrong.
GOOD DEAL LUCILLE. Writers Al Terry, J.D. Miller, Charles Theriot. Copyright 1954. . Goodbye Lou cherche vous another man. Say "l'amour, portoujour" if you can.