Some people bad and some people good. Too bad the bad can't be like the good. But everything changes a little and it should. Good ain't forever and bad ain't for good.
Someday, I won't come runnin'. When you call. The way you hurt me. It's a wonder, I'm still here at all. . Someday, you'll wake up. And you'll find yourself alone.
Little toy trains, little toy tracks. Little toy drums coming from a sack. Carried by a man dressed in white and red. Little boy, don't you think it's time you were in bed?.
And I wake up in the mornin'. With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi". And I stumble to the breakfast table. While the kids are goin' off to schoo, goodbye.
Let me be a little kinder let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those about me let me praise a little more. Let me be when I am weary just a little bit more cheery.
I got up and made my mornin' cup of coffee. Fooled around the house an hour or more l'd guess. I did all this before l even had one thought of you. More and more l think about you, less and less.
Do the mornin's still come early. Are the nights not long enough. Does a tear of hesitation. Fall on everything you touch. Well, it might just be a lesson.
Do the mornin's still come early are the nights not long enough. Does a tear of hesitation fall on everything you touch. Well it might just be a lesson for the hasty heart to know.
The last word in lonesome is me. The last word in lonesome is me. My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely. The last word in lonesome is me. . Too bad what's happened to our good love.
I love your Mississippi, I love the way she flows. I love your Rocky Mountains for your gentle winds and snows. I love you California for your beauty girls and wine.
I saw a picture yesterday. You know the one we were laughing in the rain. Remember how it used to be ?. (We were so in love). Remember when you were still in love with me?.
It all went wrong. Where's it all gone. Where'd it all go?. . Outraged on Avenue C. Thinking back on how it used to be. What's built up has been knocked down.
I wanna feel again. I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD!. I wanna bleed again. I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD!. . Breaking glass in the burning nights. No, it's not an illusion.
I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting. Seems to me I'm always in the blame. . Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed.
Roger Creager. . I've been around the world a long time, Mister. And I've got a thing or two to say. I won't try to bore you with a tough tongue twister.
Magnets attract or magnets repel.. They either connect or they fight like hell.. It depends on how you turn them.. All hopped up on passion. . Gal you lose all your rationale.
Love ain't what this song's about. Candlelight ain't what I'm in the mood for now. I don't need a metaphor to help me get this out. Love ain't what this song's about.
Roger Creager, Radney Foster. . There's a warm breeze blowing from the South. so I need to get going.. The palm trees and the beaches call my name.. There's a bar that I know well there..
Creager/Elliott/Ingram. . I'd like to take this time to thank people who are gathered around me here. At least we've come this far on a really tough road.
It's 2 am another motel room and the boys,. They'll be sleeping soon.. But I'm up and around and feeling blue. With not much of anything to do.. . Maybe I'll walk down the hall..