Over Yonder by the river stands a memory. A grave-yard, for a life that used to be. This ole' homless shelter without Love is made of stone. Over Yonder this ole'house is all alone..
I don't wanna watch no TV. I don't wanna wear no diamond stone. I don't wanna play, another no show. What can I say? Have a nice day.. The mornin' is a zoo. Ain't it too much. How do you look? It's a nice touch. I like the way you tease, with just a little sleeze. What can I say?.
Harris and the Mare. By: Stan Rodgers. Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again. More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare. For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone.
[This piece is for all of you who've sat in the bars and watched it all happen. - another one of the reasons Stan didn't like performing in very many bars.].
Two broken hearts lonely, looking like. Houses where nobody lives. Two people each having so much pride inside. Neither side forgives. . The angry words spoken in haste.
See the tree, how big it's grown. But friend it hasn't been too long, it wasn't big. I laughed at her and she got mad. The first day that she planted, it was just a twig.
Well, I've been a traveler most of my life. Never took a home, never took a wife. Ran away young and decided to roam. Want to see my mama and my daddy back home.
Hitch-hiker, hitch-hiker. Like a restless tiger you can't stand still. And you never will. . Here I stand and the cars go by. Some of them honk and some just wave hi.
Well my brother-in-law and my sister Sue. Live in a house and I live there too. I lock my doors and get down at night. They get drunk and fight. I sing hey would you hold it down.
Hey hey little star I don't know how far away you are. But tell me how does it feel to stand that close to heaven. Hey little star see the tears that I've cried here count 'em.
Hey good lookin' whatcha got cookin' how's about cookin' somethin' up with me. Hey sweet baby don't you think maybe we could find us a brand new recepie.
Yeah, since my baby left me. I've found a new place to dwell. It's down at the end of Lonely Street. At Heartbreak Hotel. . Well I get so lonely, baby.
Well, he gave me fair warnin', he said let him alone. But I'd had one too many and refuse to go home. Then I said somethin' awful and then so did he. And he hit me and it hurt and my eyes couldn't see.
Well they tell me but I can't be sure that a man's best friend is a mangy cur. I kinda favor the hog myself how about a hand for the hog. Ya say a hog ain't nothin' but a porky thing little forked feet with a nosey ring.
l don't love you like l used to do. But I'm afraid to tell you so. I've got half a mind to leave you. But only half the heart to go. . Words to tell you just don't come to me.
Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail. I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs. Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way.
People judge you from a caption and a photograph,. They don't know you but they pretend.. They'll use you up and spit you out ,. When there's nothing left for them..
Well I guess you were right. The bluebonnets are worth the drive and. Now I'm here in canyon lake alone. I know you came here. When you were down and feeling blue.
Who's that knocking on the door. It's got to be a quarter to 4. Is it you again. coming round for more. Well you can love me tonight if you want. But in the morning.
Did you read the Sunday paper. about the strong stomached 25. Who from an expedition. All came back alive. From that hostile country. Where only the stones survive.