(Walt Aldridge/Brad Crisler/Steven Dale Jones). . Brother I'm the keeper of the gate of fools. And lately I've been seein' way to much of you. Everytime I look you're coming round again.
(J. Fred Knobloch/Billy Kirsch). . When the world gets too confusing. And all my dreams seem out of reach. Only questions, no solutions. And no way out that I can see.
God bless my daddy, I learned so much from him. He taught me at an early age I had to sink or swim. He said, "Boy, that old river of life can wash away your dreams.
Somewhere there should be for all the world to see. A statue of a fool, made of stone. The image of a man, who let love slip through his hands. And then just let him stand there all alone.
Hello, yeah this is me. Lord it's been a long, long time. I know this ain't no social call. So go ahead get it off your mind. . You heard what well it ain't true.
If she says I caused her hurt. You can take her at her word. And know she's speaking from her heart. . And when she talks about the pain. If she says that I'm to blame.
He was never much for shopping.. But youd always see him with her at the store.. She was never much for football.. Shed sit there and pretend she wasnt bored.
Baby, I'm beginning to understand. We've been stationary objects on a spinning planet. Gettin' set in our ways, taking time for granted. We best get gone 'fore it's too late.
It was gettin' late and I was gettin' hungry. That's exactly how I found her. I wasn't lookin' for her. But how could I ignore her. There wasn't no way around her.
When I was a young boy I could play any song. From rock & roll to country, I could play all night long. Grandpa would tell me, play that Rose of San Antone.
Hush now baby, don't you pout. Spring is just around the corner. You may be down but you're not out. Spring is just around the bend. . The honey circle or the wine.
Sometimes at the edge of sight,. Something moves which isn't there,. you turn to look,. But its gone, its gone,. And was it ever really there?. . Yet it touches you, softly touches you,.
She was flagging down the waiter. She was feeling 'bout as faded as the flowers from that wallpaper. Nobody'd even asked for her ID when she walked in there.
Southern Air, Southern Air. If you're flying down to Dixie you won't find a cheaper fair. Southern Air, Southern Air. Yeah they'll treat you like kinfolks.
Well out in the country we didn't have mortuaries. and so it was always customary. For the undertaker to do his job. and lay your kin out there at home..
Here they come down main street. Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar!. Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin'. And the Vanguards and Motorcycle Corps.
Well, in the frozen north of the Yukon. Lived the king of the Royal Mountie Force. Sergeant Preston was his name. King his dogs name was. . He had a big red coat and a big black boots.
Now baby doll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum. Honey-bunch, angel face. You know you better be good. And act like two fine lovers should. Be careful what you say and do.
Remember back when working hard. That baseball games and grandma jar. Appetites grew strong in the Georgia sun. . 'Bout the time you could smell the meal.
Well a woman I love is named Ramona. She kinda looks like Tempest Storm. And she can dance like little Egypt. She works down at the snake farm. . Chorus:.