An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw.
I'm running running from heartbreak. I haven't been running long still it seems like year. One night very soon I know heartbreak will catch me sleeping and so.
Is there room, room, room in your heart for me. Room, room, room for a fool like me. I still love, love, love you sweetheart, can't you see?. Just open your heart make room for me.
It rains and it rains all day and this red dirt I'm workin' turns to clay. And clay ain't nothin' but a fancy name for mud red mud. Red mud (red mud red mud) red mud (red mud red mud).
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose. Why you ramble no one knows. Wild and wind blown that's how you've grown. Who can cling to a ramblin' rose. . Ramble on, ramble on.
Ain't gonna work on the railroad. Ain't gonna work on the farm,. Gonna lay 'round the track. Till the mail train comes back. Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms..
I lay on the bed in the dark. Laughing at things i think of. Getting off on the pornography of my past. Lighting matches and dropping them. Into a wet glass.
I love my mother. I love my father. I love my sisters, too.. I bought this guitar. To pledge my love. To pledge my love to you.. . I am a rock bottom riser.
Ring Those Joy Bells Of Christmas. . Verse Number One. Three wise men rode East...they were searching..... For a King whose star they saw...... When they knelt beside him in the manger.....
When I take the prisoners swimming. They have the time of their lives. I love to watch them floating. . On their backs. Unburden and relaxed. . I sit in the tall grass and look the other way.
Sister sister. I know you hate to hear me sing. Sister sister. I know it makes your skin crawl. To see my father mouth. Do anything at all. . Sister sister.
I really want to like girls. But it's seems every time. I get burnt. Is it because they can hurt me. Like no other man can. Or is it because I am a jealous bitch.
I went down to the river. To meet the widow. She gave me an apple. It was red. . I slept in her black arms for a century. She wanted nothing in return.
The widow says. It's hard to live. With a man. A man like me. The widow says. It's hard to live. On the lonely version of love I give. . And I've seen the way her eyes light up.
She was wearing. A real live dress. Waiting for a friend of mine. She was wearing. A real live dress. Waiting for a friend to undermime. This dress was better than flesh.
Rain on lens. Rain on lens. Boom in frame. Boom in frame. All is ruin. Let's take it again.
Hey, there cowgirl. Where you going to?. Has the trail you're on. Caught up with you?. . You've always known. The dice would roll your way. And if your luck ran out.
See our picture on the wall. Why were we smiling. I can't seem to recall?. Remind me. . Do you see this wedding band. Wasn't it once worth more. Than just gold on my hand?.