Do I Want You? Yes I Do. Do I Need You? Baby You Know It's True. But I Ain't Got Nothin' That You Can Use. So I'm Sittin' On My Own Here, With These Poor Boy Blues.
Living on the road my friend,. Is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron,. Your breath as hard as kerosene.. You weren't your mama's only boy,.
Picasso said in 1910. I'm gonna paint me a mandolin. Could be cubes it could be curves. I like to mix the paint with nerve. I'm gonna load my brush and fire away.
I've worn suits that didn't suit me. Shook hands I wouldn't shake. Turned screws that only screwed me. Took pills I wouldn't take. It's a hard one to swallow but I'm done trying to follow the path.
I got out of bed, put on my shoes. Was headed out the door. I turned around, went back inside. Took off my shoes. And put on my pants.
I threw our rings into a box. Filled with broken memories and fools gold. And I woke up again last night in this lonely bed without you to hold. And I walked around the house pullin' pictures off the walls.
I live in my own world on 18 wheels. Playing music and writing songs about the way I feel. Tonight I'll play my guitar for you. . I'll pour my heart out and tonight it's blue.
Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news. Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues. My baby is gone, I have no friends. To wish me greetings once again. .
I'm out here everyday breakin' haerts along the way. I cause ears to fall and some to lose it all. This whole world would be. Better off without me. Well, I'm the saddest words you've spoken.
I've been broken, torn and scattered. I've loved holy, I've loved sin. I was rolling on the wind. It didn't matter. . I was so sure of who I didn't want to be.
Preachin', prayin', singin' everywhere. Shouting the praises of His loving care. All of God's children seem to gather there. Preachin', prayin', singin' down on the public square.
Please don't wake me tonight while I'm sleeping. For I might have the same dream again. Let me hold the whole world for just a moment while I hold you in my arms once again.
Polka on a Banjo. Flatt and Scruggs. . There's a sweet young Miss, I love to kiss, but listen close and hear me.. She's not my only love, I have another love, and she'll just have to share me..
While we are living in this world of care. Many the burdens that we have to bare. But there's a prayer bell at the Lord's right hand. Give it a ring and he will understand.
Bonnie look at the girdly I'll take a picture of you. Bonnie hold up the gun in your hand so deadly shiny and blue. Mhm mhm mhm mhm a picture of Bonnie.
Come ride the little train,. that is rolling down the tracks,. to the junction.. . Forget about your cares,. it is time to relax,. at the junction.. .
Way out in Reno Nevada where the romances bloom and they fade. Was a great Philadelphia lawyer was in love with a Hollywood maid. Come love and we will wander down where the lights are so bright.
When I first I met you, right from the start. You knew that I loved you, from the pain in my heart So look in my eyes and see that it's true. And say that you love me, please don't make me blue.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl by Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs. . CHORUS. C G. Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, come let us see our girl. G. Are you still our valentine? Do you still look so divine?.