I can't feel You movin' inside. I don't hear Your voice whisperin' in the night. And I've never seen You with these eyes. Am I a fool, am I just a fool?.
Every day is a journal page. Every man holds a quill and ink. And there's plenty of room for writing in. All we do is believe and think. . So will you compose a curse.
Love, how did I find you?. Was I even breathing before I knew your name?. Who could ever have planned this?. Arranged the whole planet to all turn out this way?.
So go ahead and ask her. For happy ever after. 'Cause nobody knows what's coming. So why not take a chance on loving?. . Come on, pour the glass and tempt me.
can you see when you look at me. how I mentally undress you. not a sound, we can't be found. i know this excites you too. don't turn around. i'm right behind you.
dont be late. you know that's something. that she hates. don't be right. that just starts another fight. there's no rule. some nites we are just so cruel.
You're a man. Who knows exactly where he's goin. On the road. With all your eighteen wheels a' rollin. . You deliver milk or sand. or pigs or paint across the land.
I invented the wheel. When I was only seven. I had dinner with god. When I popped into heaven. When I was just eleven. . I've sailed right round the world.
Do you know who you are?. Do you think about your life when you see the stars. When you're staring out the window do you know. You are alive. There's so much you could do.
She lives for the thunder, he lives for the rain. She was born in Manhattan, he grew up near Spokane. He found her sitting by the side of the road. Her long hair shining like that black Texas gold.
Just look at you, girl. Standin' here beside me. Starlight on your hair. Lookin' like a dream. I dreamed somewhere. . And look at me, girl. You got me actin' just like a lover.
Ten years ago on a cool, dark night. There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene but they all did agree. That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
Well I have been a cowboy dang near all my life. That good ol' cowboy music is all I'm supposed to like. But here lately I don't know what's happening.
Well I have been a cowboy, dang near all my life. That good ol' cowboy music is all I'm supposed to like. But here lately I don't know what's happening.
Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle never more. His days with the remuda, they're all done. It was long about last April, he rode into our camp. Just a little Texas stray and all alone.
In a lonely all night diner, on a rainy city street. A girl eats at the counter with a suitcase at her feet. And the waitress looks her over and she knows that she can't pay.
Well, it really has been nice bein' with you. But I'm afraid that I've got to leave. As you know I'm a rodeo cowboy. And there's a rodeo down in Mesquite.
Life's like a road that you travel on. One day here and the next day gone. Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand. Sometimes you turn your back to the wind.
Cowboys they are ladies men alright. They love 'em up and talk 'em up all night. But they're lonesome when there's nothin' else to do. That's what makes the cowboys sing the blues.