Playin' with my mind babe. Always accusin' me of doin' wrong. I say you're playin' with my mind, woman. You're always accusin' me of doin' wrong. . I can see you're lights on baby.
I'm talkin' about Houston, Texas by the way of L.A. California. We call this young man, The Master of The Telecaster,. The Razor Wavin' Man, because he cuts so down deep into your soul.
Playin' with my mind babe. Always accusin' me of doin' wrong. I say you're playin' with my mind, woman. You're always accusin' me of doin' wrong. . I can see you're lights on baby.
(verse 1). light a candle. for the old man who sits staring. out a frosty windowpane. light a candle. for the woman who is lonely. and every Christmas is the same.
Captured in a photograph. In black and white. Her hair brushes her shoulders. As she leans to turn out the lights. She's warm and he can feel her. But she can't feel you.
Une chandelle fait une danse solitaire. A la fenetre un visage regarde la mer. Elle cherche pour y voir. Un signe pour lui donner l'espoir. Que par mirable il est sauve.
Standin'at my window just thinkin' of you. Watchin'n the rain not knowing what to do. Feelin' the pain and wishin'n we were through. But I'll wash away my old love, bring me someone new..
One summer day a stranger walked up to me and said,. hey Little Angel would you please tell me your name.. I just turned my head and said, Laura Jane's my name..
[Chorus]. I hear the wind a-blowing through the lonesome pine. And I know my love is gone too. I hear the wind a-blowing through the lonesome pine. That's why I'm blue, love, so blue.