I like sugar and I like tea. but I don't like niggers, no sir-e. there's two lone things that'll make me puke. that's a hog eatin' slop and a big black spook.
Sun-burned and wonderin', how I wound up here. Edge of a dock, one flip flop, half of a six-pack of beer. Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world.
From time to time,. I'll meet the boys for one or two rounds. But I don't mind,. Lettin' somebody else close the bar down.. Most of my wilder days have come and gone.
My father died. a year ago today. the rooster started crowing. when they carried dad away. there beside my mother. in the livingroom I stood. with my brother and my sister knowin.
I walk around imagining the way she say goodbye. And when she tries to tell me I hope that I won't cry. No sad songs for me soon our love will be just a memory it's all over.
I was learning how to fly when I left Boise City. Like summer I was headin' for the fall. Now the bitter taste of truth it's gettin' hard to swallow. For a country boy who thought he knew it all.
You don't want no more heartaches. And I don't want no teardrops. What else is love to talk about. Cause I ain't yours you ain't mine. The song don't fit and the words don't rhyme.
I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine. . When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind. . Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine.
I stood behind that bar till closing time. I served cold beer, warm whiskey, and Rotgut Wine. Now I'm up here on the stage. Everybody knows my name. And I can't believe how long they wait.
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool. He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules. Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow. He's been playin' two days down the new cut road.
I ain't gonna sing no lonesome tune. Ah, babe, I'm a comin' soon. I cannot believe I stayed so long away. But a man must look around. You're the sweetest thing I've found.
No worries. I don't have a single care today. Everything is gonna go my way. No worries. . Don't hurry. I can love you girl the whole night long. Play guitar for you and sing my songs.
I sure do hope this is a long night,. Cause I've never felt one so right. Each look into your eyes I fall in,. A little more and more,. Looks like we started us a fire,.
On the inside flap of a matchbook cover. She made me the kind of offer. That no man in a weak state could outrun. I tried to think what a gentleman would say.
She's been gone about three years. It's been a long road and a million tears. I'm movin' slow but I'm movin' on. The sweetest memories still remain. The laughter we had and the love that we made.
Every man has to come to a crossroad somewhere along the way.. Johnny Cash came to his crossroad in a place called Nickajack Cave.. . Little white pills and whiskey.
Well, I ain't too sure about this so-called trail separation. I mean it's been three whole days. And I don't know if I can take anymore. And I know I'm the constant source of your frustration.
Willie Johnson was locking up his store Monday night. And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight. His wife Emilia found him lying on the freezer floor.
Trains used to run. All across Mexico. Way down through the XXXXXXX. Where ever in hell you know. It was down in st XXXXXX. That I first heard the sound.
Well it's two eggs up on whiskey toast. Home fries on the side,. You wash her down with the roadhouse coffee. That burns up your inside,. It's just a canyon, Colorado diner,.