You're the sweetest mistake I ever made. I've heard it said your life is strewn with broken hearts. Of fools like me who make mistakes and aren't very smart.
I slipped out of the house about sundown while mama was a washing her hair. And you can bet your bottom dollar she'll come looking for me. When she finds that I'm not there.
Standing alone at an old country crossroad. Wondering which way will lead me to home. Ever so weary from chasing a dream. Thinking of Mary sweet Mary and the miles in between.
Infant turtles racing to the sea seagulls screeching crying hungr'ly. Twisting kicking jerking in their craws oh wonder why God made these kind of laws.
Stomp, stomp them grapes and make that wine. Put it in a bottle, boys, and ship it on down the line. . Well, I got up this morning and made it downtown.
Well the Japany's moon is bright tonight and Tokio is full of life. Busy people everywhere but busy people just don't care. I wanna go stateside oh Lord I wanna go stateside.
STAND BESIDE ME BEHIND ME. WITH SHERRY BRYCE. (Paul Craft). '71 Acuff-Rose Music. . Stand beside me behind me so loneliness can't find me. I need your love to make it from now on.
Sometimes my soul gets weary and my mind begins to wonder. And like that old train 'The Hummingbird' it goes to Alabama. They say home is where the heart is and mine is down in Dixie.
They say my tears come from the bottle that stands beside me all the time. But I wonder if they know the sorrow that always overtakes the wine. I drink to find forgetful valleys where I can leave old memories behind.
Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track. Mama was a drifter daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo son.
I've been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces. I've crossed a lot of bridges and I've even branded through. But when I look behind me the only thing that blinds me.
Grab you stuff and let's go;. it's Saturday night,. time to bowl!. Put the pins in a row;. I'll bowl a strike,. before I get old!. Two a.m. down at the alley,.
Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair. From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere.
Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill. Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy. Never saw a dollar bill. . Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill.
Was that just a dream I had. A thought in my mind. Oh baby, Id have to say that it feels. That way most of the time. . Cause I look around me now. And this is whats real.
The more I think I know, the less I do. I guess I need a change of attitude. So many times Ive thought that I knew best. Guess Im no better than the rest.
He lived down by the railroad track. Had an old wood stove and a one room shack. Shoestring was the only name he had. . When I'd skip school he'd take me fishin'.
This is my stop its time to get off. Though Im not too sure where Im going. Ive spent the best part of my life so far in a love that just wasnt growing.
Sex is overrated but it sure feels good. Way overrated but it does feel good. Just look at all the babies in the neighbourhood. Yeah sex is overrated but it sure feels good.
Shes a socialite and a decent housewife and she makes a mean lasagna. So when the mechanic, said Lady dont panic, I would never con ya. She said I know I dont need my engine rebuilt, just check the oil and change the belt,.