Ha!. . This here's a story about, Lost John. Lost John done flew the coop!. . Hee!. . How many long gone?. . Lost John standin' by the railroad track.
Let's get lost. Let's get lost. Let's get lost. Let's get lost. . Well I wear it like a charm. Tattoo on my arm. Your name in a horseshoe. Your talismans and such.
Let me touch the hem of His garment. touch the hem of His garment. and I will be made whole. (Repeat). . Choir. Let me touch the hem of His garment. Touch the hem of His garment.
Most girls they know you, man. They know him like the back of their hand. They got their suspicions and female intuition. But at the end of the day, he ain't really gonna leave you all.
(One, two, three...). . There are those among us willing. To get by on anything. Hollow hope of what is coming. A lifetime dangled by a string. But this ocean dives so deeply.
You're so delighted. Got the future all planned. Figured out in advance. And now you've decided. That emotion can wait. Till a more convenient date. .
Like a diamond, in the light. Be my star, lead me on tonight. If I lose you, clouds come in. Do anything to bring you back again. . And I'm crying. Standing in the driving rain.
know you feel like you should be leavin' me. But baby, stay longer. (Baby, stay longer...). And trust me that whatever rain killin' us. Is making us stronger.
Im dreamin' of a day that I don't gotta go and work my 9-5,. I'm gonna be kickin' it all day long on Rodeo drive.. I want to walk the red carpet like they do in LA (LA).
The sun is settin'. On our time living here. You've lost the will. I've lost the heart. We should be leavin'. While the coast is still clear. Cause we won't make it after dawn.
Put the horses in the stable. Load the mules on the train. Set your pistols on the table. Leave the dogs out in the rain. . Take the money that they gave you.
Robert Earl Keen did NOT write Laughing River, Greg Brown did!. . LAUGHING RIVER. by Greg Brown. . I'm goin away,. 'cause I gotta busted heart.. I'm leavin' today,.
The lonesome oak tree held it's fire into November. We watched the last brown leaf hit the ground and blow away. An evening gun shot let's him know the hunt is over.