(John Wiggins). . He has a way that mesmerized me. I've fallen for him helplessly. I'm like a child with no defenses. My best judgement seems so senseless.
You won't find it in the pages of a book. It's bein' written everyday, just take a look. She's the first one there when you need a friend. She'll stand by you till the end.
It all started at a corner table. Sippin on a Jack and Coke. When the sun found us the next mornin. . We were actin' like married folk. The weekend, it weakened me.
She used to be the life of the party, the center of attention. When it came to puttin' on a show, she was the main attraction. But she quit hangin' around, now she don't go to town.
There must be a real good reason why he ain't home yet. There must be a real bad wreck slowing him down. I'm hoping he blew a tyre, his old truck flipped and caught on fire.
Aspirations, flat refusals. Childhood bedrooms, disapproval. Would be authors, erstwhile singers. Costume jewelry, ballpark figures. Naked power, basic sidekick.
Walkin' on the shore. Feelin' mighty bad. These have been the worst. Ol' blues I ever had. So far. Since you've gone. So far. . Clouds around my brain.
I can't get richI can't make a living. But I sure do something for the neighborhood women. I wake up every morning with a knocking at my door. You can't keep 'em waiting when they're yelling for more.
Me and that navy ain't speakin' at sailin'. I tell you I'm through. On the advice of a doc I got me a shock. I had to have somethin' to do. . These nerves I got are from soakin' too long.
I've laid around and played around this old town too long. Summer's almost gone yes winter's coming on. I've laid around and played around this old town too long.
GLAD RAGS. . NOW HONEY, YOU DO THE DISHES AND I'LL FEED THE OLD SOW. ALSO THE CHICKENS AND OUR ONE JERSEY COW. TAKE DOWN YOUR CURLERS AND POWDER YOUR NOSE.
I've laid around and played around this old town too long. Summer's almost gone yes winter's comin' on. I've laid around and played around this old town too long.
Seaching for the sunlight. On this winter's day.. Here in old Missoula,. They locked the sun away.. Come tomorow morning. I'll head for the Bozeman round.
Dusty roads and winter time,. Tonight I'm thinking of the town. And the one I left behind. To do this rambling 'round.. Tonight I'm drinking while I'm thinking.
(Gunfighter) Marta woke me up that night and she began to cry. She tried to tell me once before about another guy. She held a letter in her hand her body shook with fear.
(Good brother John). On the express bus to the Boot Camp John came down the isle. All I could see in the inky black night was a warm but weary smile. He said friend could I sit here by you I cussed him as he sat down.
I'm going up to country baby don't you wanna go. I'm going up to country baby don't you wanna go. I'm going to someplace where I've never been before.
I'm going back to my baby tomorrow can hardly wait till I walk through the door. Won't have to live with this misery and sorrow. Won't have to live with the blues anymore.
I'm throwin' a goin' away party a party for a friend of mine. So put me somewhere off in a corner with a glass and bottle of your party wine. Don't worry it won't be a loud party I feel too low to get too high.
The Gods were angry with me for loving you. The Gods were angry with me because they knew. I stood at heaven's portals and that was too high for any mortals such as I.