Sittin in this old chair, humming on some old Stones tune. Watching light hit your freckles on a summer city afternoon. Those eyes of the sky light blue, across the grass we lay.
Slowly speak my mind, If I can find the time. To Tell you everything about my life, in 5 minutes or less. Found you here then you dissapeared, in all my years.
Kevin Fowler - If These Old Walls Could Talk. . (chorus). If these old walls could talk. I'd be a sad man. She'd left me long ago. If she knew the things I did back then.
Holding down a job too long. Ain't never been my forte. Soon as I'm hired I end up fired. For showing up too late. . I ain't too good at hammer swinging.
Way back when I was in High School,. I had a girl her name was Linda Sue.. One friday at the ball game,. She said I had it I'm breakin' up with you. Come along bout a monday morning..
Well, I woke up this mornin'. I was feelin tired and used. Higher than a mountain top. Thanks to 90 proof. Well, there callin me all over town. Who cares what they think.
Picked up the paper just the other day. When I was over 'round Chickasha. Flipped over to the classified ads. To see what I could find. Somewhere in the lost and found.
Do you know how ridiculous you sound. When you say you might be in love with me. Not 'cuz I want you to. Not 'cuz I want you to. . Ive got to stop coming around here.
Kevin Costner. Let me be the name you whisper. when you're dreaming in the night. Be the hand you reach for every time. you need to hold on tight. The one who stand beside you.
I will lay you down. I will lay you down. I will stand a upon your wicken grave. and spit a upon ground. I will lay you down. . No matter whose to blame.
I know these hills. I know these hills. I know the tales of the sacred ground. Where they'll lay my body down. I know these hills. Stone in the Earth.
Check engine light came on in my pick up truck. So I took a piece of black tape and I covered it up. I knew there was a problem underneath the hood. But I just kept on driving, a little faster then I should.
Tell me how you gon' act in the club,. when you turn around and everybody packed in the club,. when your gettin' turned up and your song come on,. is she gon' go hey turn this mother fuc*er up,.
There's a month of sunday papers. In the weeds that's taken over. That ol' gravel driveway. And a quart of milk, half empty. Two weeks past the experation date.
By any means, yeah!. Gotta get it, gotta get it!. Yeah, yeah!. . I be in that rap beat,. Outside black but that inside kaki,. Niggas can't catch me,. watch a nigga break out, ah!.
forty winks in the lobby. make mine a G&T. then to my favourite hobby. searching for an enemy. here in your paper houses. stretching for miles and miles.
You've left your house keys in the kitchen. Your cars loaded in the drive. I can barely breath for wishing. God would grant me some more time. But I'll find a smaile for the moment.
(Verse 1). In the beginning, I remember that God made man. crafted in his image, with his own hands. then out of mans rib, came the woman. the creatures we love, like or dont understand.
(chorus). Im wanderin free..just living in a dream... every day that goes by..is the same old thing. . (Verse 1). I push myself out of bed and wrestle with the clock.
Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears. And so you fight to keep from pouring out. But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul.