They call me a drifter, they say I'm no good. I'll never amount to a thing. Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good. There's joy in this song that I sing..
North of the border of Old Mexico. I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo. A hot sun was glowing, a hot breeze was blowing. Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss.
Lonely little San Francisco teardrops. Mixed with lonely San Francisco raindrops. Frantically I try to find the way to say. What I feel in my heart. As I drive as slowly as I can up.
Can you still recall that day. When you said I'm here to stay. Back when we wrote in stone. Had no place to call our home. . Home - no place to call our home.
Is there something I was gonna tell you?. Is there something I was gonna say?. If I had it, I guess, I forgot it.. It's gone, it's all slipped away.. .
I'm gonna have a good cry over nothing but a handful of cigarettes.. I'm gonna leave the windows open when I feel like getting dressed.. I'm gonna think hard about leaving, see if the afternoon can tell..
I hear you coming up the driveway,. I tie a ribbon in my hair.. Well, look who's come to see me.. Funny, you always end up here.. . [Chorus]. But it's still pretending..
I got a postcard with an old address,. A picture of Houston in a creased-up mess,. Just to remind me that it all went wrong,. Just to beat me up, just to turn me on..
Everything is gray.. Gray is a cold steel train.. Weatherman is saying,. Six more days of rain.. . Goodbye and good morning,. It all comes without warning..
The song I love the best's the one my father taught to me,. The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing,. But an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing.
Three legged dog, remember when you brought him home.. He was talking to himself cause he'd always been alone.. April is a fine time, just thought you'd be around in June..
Before a word is spoken,. Everything is broken,. Even what your hid inside.. The world has let you down, wrung shame out of your pride.. . But even as you falter,.
I take out my guitar and strum all my dreams. It's somewhere around here I know. Don't let me chase rainbows that don't would have an end. There must be a song I can sing.
Superman (Superman), Superman (Superman), Superman. Now there you go pickin' on me again. Pushin' me to the very e-e-end. Tellin' me to move another mountain.
Clap your hands sing along join together in this love song. Open up your heart and mind and sing sing sing. . It ain't too complicated it won't hurt you one bit.
You're under starry skies and it's alright, yeah. On your own in the world tonight and it's alright. I hope your river's running wide and deep. But know there's a promise that you're gonna keep.
Someday sparrow, you're gonna fly away. Someday sparrow, you're gonna fly away. Little sparrow, is gonna fly away. Mighty sparrow, you're gonna fly away.
We made Oklahoma a little after three. Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC. We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown. We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned.