Look at her. My God she's dancin'. Out there romancin'. In her new lover's arms. If he were here. To see how she's actin'. If he could hear her Laughin'.
I'm no stranger to temptation. I have found some comfort there. But it only leaves me with questions. Never answers any prayers. Been as high as angels fly.
It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog. It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log. But when I get home to you I find the things that you do.
Well, I was passing by a pawn shop. In an older part of town. Something caught my eye. And I stopped and turned around. . I stepped inside and there I spied.
Ain't nothin' in the world that I like better. Than bacon & lettuce & home grown tomatoes. Up in the mornin' out in the garden. Get you a ripe one don't get a hard one.
Sorry 'bout your mama. Sorry 'bout your paw. Sorry 'bout the business. With your brother-in-law. Hard cheese about the money man. Hard cheese about the stock.
Hemingway's whiskey warm. And smooth and mean. Even when it burns. It will always finish clean. . He did not like it watered down. He took it straight up and neat.
He brought the war home with him. Still got sand in his boots. Hes wrestling with the demons in the cold, hard truth. As some may write about him, he came back different.
The mirror's stained with dirty looks;. At least it never lies.. The muse is calling down the hall,. Come on, let's get high.. . The high price of inspiration.
Who wouldn't notic the fire in your eyes. Or the bitter direction of impending goodbyes. I'm fallen and folded and wilted in place. At the sight of you standing with streaks down your face.
Some days I think this old machine is out to get me. Some days she does what I tell her. It's like dancing with a widow-maker forty hours a week. You know I'm talkin' 'bout a big ol' D-10 caterpillar.
Ain't love funny?. Ain't love strange?. I say love is a dangerous game. Shows no mercy. It has no rules. It's all the same for the kings and fools. . And I'm hell bent on a heartache.
A hand is just another kind of hammer made of steel. Beating blindly on the anvil a hammer cannot feel. But a hand is for reaching out and touching all you can.
I used to be Juanita's old boyfriend. We sure gave 'em some stories to tell. Now I can't even find her picture. I guess I'm finally through foolin' myself.
One man's hawk is another man's dove, one man's hug is another man's shove. One man's rock is another man's sand, one man's fist is another man's hand.
Davey why, where is he tonight?. He's sleeping with her in a Tennessee town and he's fine. I think I lost my mind and my wasted time. I'm dreaming alone in my hotel bed that he's mine.
I met Willie by the still, he was brewin' a batch. He had a short cigar and one last match. He was tellin' me 'bout his latest troubles with the government.
Ricky got the quarters for the table and broke. While I pulled hard on the sorrow and smoke. Raising up my bottle I looked for a chance. As you set your glass down on the bar with a glance at me.
We got old time bars. Still standing on downtown city streets. Old ladies serving drinks inside. With no color in their cheeks. . Listening to a Haggard song.
I have fallen in this life. and I have lost the war with sin so many times. But the Father has a plan. And I will make it home despite who I am. . I'm not saying I'm a good man,.