Once she dressed in silks and lace, Owned a Rolls Royce car. Now she seems quite out of place, like a fallen star. Draped around my kitchen sink , Happy as can be.
I got no use for what you say. I ain't your straight man no more today. Take your promise out with the trash. From now on boy we just take cash. . The cows lay down when it's gonna rain.
I never thought I'd live to see the day. Anyone could turn my head the other way. She squirmed beside him, her mind was made. Now she can't say that anymore I've never done this sort of thing before.
One day I went and left my home out in the West. Said I was headed for the Silver City. All along the line, I was dreaming all the time. Dreaming of the shining Silver City.
And now the purple dusk of twilight time. Steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb. Always reminding me that we're apart.
Well that needle that climbed to 195 MPH. And this boot of mine wants. To kick that pedal straight in the face. This ain't that kinda night. . There ain't no finish line.
Sa majesté domine bien son sujet. Il y a des hiérarchies qu'il vaut mieux respecter. Sa majesté domine bien son sujet. Et elle tient sous son joue des caniches.
Christmas makes you feel emotional. It may bring parties or thoughts devotional. Whatever happens or what may be,. Here is what Christmas time means to me..
Deep within my heart lies a melody. A song of old San Antone. Where in dreams I live with a memory. Beneath the stars all alone. It was there I found beside the Alamo.
I'm writing a song all about you. A true song as real as my tears. But you've no need to fear it. 'Cause no one will hear it. 'Cause sad songs and waltzes.
She used to be my soul sister. Best friend I ever had, till my mind got twisted all around. Now shes gone and I miss her. Some nights so bad. I'm hoping that she'll come back around..
Back in my memory, a special little place. A country boy stands with a smile on his face. Watching all the people in the passenger car. Wonder if he'd ever get a chance to go that far.
Where have you been,. My long lost friend?. It's good to see you again.. Come and sit for a while. I've missed your smile. Today the past is goodbye..
I'm looking like a lobster wearing flip-flops and a Stetson. Guess that's why they call it fishing instead of catching. 'Cause I ain't had a single bite all day.
Well I woke up Sunday morning. With no way to hold my head. That didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't. Bad so I had one more for dessert.
Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard. . Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown.. The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley..
She remembers when she first got her wings. And how she opened up the day she learned to sing. And then the colors came, erased the black and white. And her whole world changed, oh she realized.
Here's a little ditty 'bout Screamin' Blue Jillions. . It was a stormy night, there was a cyclone comin'. In a back street shack was a young boy strummin'.
Just as far as I can remember she'll remain the rose of my heart. Mom took sick along in December February brought us broken heart. The reason we've not called the family reunion we knew she wouldn't be there.
You're cuttin' up those turnip greens. Drummin' pots and pans in the kitchen. Dancin' 'round to Little Feat. And singin' Dixie Chicken. At the small of your back.