Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC). . Hey hoe come on lets go.
Been together four years and had five kids. So we did the right thing and finally got hitched. We tracked down the preacher after altar call. And proceeded to the VFW Hall.
They talk way too much. Spend music way to little. And what they usually play ain't really all that great. What's up DJ?. . Seems all you play each and everyday.
At the Christmas pot luck dinner at the holy roller hall. They don't allow no drinkin' of any alcohol. So my aunt Hazel makes a juice without the use of liquor.
Christopher Clark, Of Music (ASCAP). . HANKENSTEIN. . Midnight in Montgomery. Full moon shining on a shack. Where a country music legend is about to be brought back.
She two-steps by the stage. Thinks he's makin eyes at her. But it's just a little thing. he's learned to do. He sings a sad country song. where she finally says goodbye.
Hold me, hold me. Never let me go until you've told me, told me. What I want to know and then just hold me, hold me. Make me tell you I'm in love with you.
Here you come again. Just when I've begun to get myself together. You waltz right in the door just like you've done before. And wrap my heart 'round your little finger.
Here, making each day of the year. Changing my life with a wave of her hand. Nobody can deny that there's something there. . There, running my hands through her hair.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be. Out of sight. . Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
Hark the herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King. Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled. . Joyful all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies.
Burn your bridges, bite your tongue. Dig your own grave what's done is done. What's in your head what's on your mind. Time will tell don't look behind.
Yes sir, no sir anything goes. Change your looks and change your clothes. Get in where you fit in play by the rules. Masturbating with the fools. . Play the game, choose a side.
What's so wrong about daydreaming. And what's so bad about feeling optimistic. There's no use trying to hide, it's right there in your eyes. Well, I can feel it when my heart beats.
Before the threads of time began. Was preordained a mighty plan. That I should walk with Him alone. The cords of trust unbroken. . But fate foresaw my wandering eye.
The road is long. With many a winding turn. That leads us to who knows where. Who knows when. . But I'm strong. Strong enough to carry him. He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
I remember waking up, running down a dirt road. Morning dew a shining, watermelon by the wagon load. Little baby brother and my sisters in the shade. Listening to the crickets and the music that they made.
I remember waking up, running down a dirt road. Morning dew a shining, watermelon by the wagon load. Little baby brother and my sisters in the shade. Listening to the crickets and the music that they made.
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many poor boys and Lord I know I'm one. . My mother she was a taylor she sowed my new blue jeans.
I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop. I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox. But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone.