I've never felt as sad as I do now. I've never felt as cold as I do now. How can I go on knowing that you're gone?. Baby can you please release me. Save me from this gothic sunshine.
Mummy was a waitress dressed in tangerine,. she found daddy in a can of sardines.. Liquid boy, you know all the stories,. its been there since the first cold morning..
of all the birds in the sky. you reign as the highest. and it's so hard to see you. from way down here. . soaring over my head. i am just a small scar.
V1. know ya got a boyfriend, right?. don't care if it's impolite. but i think ya deserve better. he's a classic lady killer. homie thinks he's michael thriller.
God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day. To save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray.
There is a candle in every soul. Some brightly burning, some dark and cold. And there is a spirit who brings a fire. Ignites a candle and makes his home.
been distracted. by last night all day. all the words that I wanted. I couldn't say. and I wait. yes I wait. . mistakes disguised as choices. should have listened to my.
I rodeoed on the circuit. For nearly fifteen years. To reach the top it took a lot. Of blood, sweat and tears. . I finally won the title. I finally gained the fame.
It's a source of speculation, mornin', noon and night. 'Bout who is and who ain't, which way's wrong or right. Well I'd describe the feelin' but shoot I don't have clue.
Have you ever been down to a country dance. And listened to the music of a hillbilly band. And danced with your darlin' all through the night. And don't go home 'til the morning light?.
I'm a goin' and a blowin' and a heading down the road. Tryin' to make a livin' rodeoin'. I've been a driving all night 'neath the pail moonlight. Waiting for the sun to start showin'.
Campfires, coffee from a tin cup in my hand. Sure warms the fingers when it's cold. Pickin' this ol' guitar, a friend I understand. It sure smooth the wrinkles in my soul.
He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four. The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore.
While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure. I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jinglin'. And as he approached he was singin' this song.
She's not a kid anymore she can hide her age in these dim lights. Waitin' tables in this bar ain't what she's lookin' for. The short years fly by but oh the long long nights.
Seven years old on a gold palomino I sat up tall with my face to the wind. I'd seen the rodeo cowboys in Reno so I dug in my boot heels and pulled on the reins.
While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure. I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were jinglin'. And as he approached he was singin' this song.
Two young cowboys went riding out one dark and windy day. Upon a ridge they rested as they went up on their way. When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed sheep they saw.