Like a wond'rous dream that ends with dawn. Your love touched my heart then you were gone. Though I couldn't keep you for my own you're the only happiness I've known.
I am weak but Thou art strong Jesus keep me from all wrong. I'll be satisfied as long as I walk let me walk close to Thee. Just a closer walk with Thee grant it Jesus is my plea.
Joy to the world the Lord is come. Let earth receive her King. Let every heart, prepare him room. . And heaven and nature sing. And heaven and nature sing.
Like the ancient Roman empire this world is doin' to fall. And it's much too bigger thing for mortal men. Just take a look around and see the writing on the wall.
The kids screaming, phone ringing. Dog barking at the mailman bringing. That stack of bills overdue. Good morning baby, how are you?. . Got a half hour, quick shower.
Well, I start runnin' a fever. Every time he opens his mouth. She's been gawkin' at Jackson. Ever since his first song came out. . Oh, she loves Alan Jackson.
He's got a heart in each hand and two in the air the juggler. A many hearts he breaks he just don't care the juggler. So beware his magic charms stay here in these arms.
Pack up your old guitar cowboy roll up your old sleepin' bag. It's time you got to movin' cause your life is startin' to drag. You ain't leavin' nothin' but faces the same stars watch you at night.
Every time the end of the month. Finally rolls our way. We've got just enough money honey. To see that the bills get paid. . But this time we've got an extra hundred dollars.
Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon. Gonna make our dreams come true. Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope. Life is sweet, we lived on the meat of the deer and the antelope.
When the rodeo was over. We're all go to the room. We're drink some beer, relax awhile. And sing some cowboy tunes. . That old guitar we passed around.
Gather round boys and a tale I will tell about Joade the rodeo clown. This happy feller keep the cowboys together after they hit the ground. He once was a fighter and a saddle bronc rider and all around hell of a hand.
White shirts and neckties the way that my check flies. Are part of what's wrong with my soul. Risin' expenses and all kinds of fences keep me from where I'd like to go.
Sheriff come in the pool hall. With that look on his face. Have you seen Jack Blue around this place. He's a bad one him always breakin the law. If you see Jack Blue better give me a call.
I'll never be anybody's hero. Or the legend of a story or a saint that's bound for glory, no. And I'll never know what it's like to swim in money. Or how it feels not to have to go to work on Monday.
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields. In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels. My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17.
We spend our lives in searching for happiness. I found it once and tossed it a side. I paid for it. With hours of lonelyness. I've nothing to hide. I'd bury my pride for.
Just for you just for you that's why I say the things I say and I do the things I do. No one else can make my arms feel like they're wrapped around the world.
Just between the two of us we know our love is gone. People think it's wonderful our love can be so true. You never say an angry word no matter what I do.
She wakes the kids up for school, the bacon's on the stove. He yells from their bedroom, honey, where'd you put my clothes. The school bus runs right on time.