(Jimmy Alan Stewart/Chuck Cannon). . He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying. He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside. A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying.
Sweet Emmylou, I blew the dust off you. You're the only one who knows what I'm going through. And like the hickory wind, he's gone again. Sweet Emmylou.
Someday when I grow up. I'm gonna put away these dreams. And stop believing in foolish things. I'll get my feet on the ground, stop shootin' for the moon.
Don't take everything they say to heart. Don't pick every unkind word apart. It's a brave new world, but some things still hold true. The seasons change and people change their tune.
Speak plainly Diana. There's nothing to understand. Yes, there's mysteries in the basement. But there's comic books up stairs. And there's a wrecking ball in the front yard.
I threw a little rock, against her window. and I held my breath as she climbed down. In a white sundress, she looked like an angel. Whose feet had never touched the ground.
Mighty River, Muddy as Sin. Troubled Waters, Like the shape I'm in. . Would you open your Screen. Let a poor boy in. If I come back Home. Off the Streets of Sin.
I was standin' at a big hotel. Wishin' everybody well. But if anybody paid me, any mind it was hard to tell. . A big policeman on his beat. Pulled his pistol and he pointed at me.
He had hair, black as a fiberglass speedboat. The morning air was crisp as a brand new bank note. He swaggered like a surfer on a Louisiana dirt bike.
Sister, soak the beans. I'll be comin Home to Chop the Onion. Mama, light the stove. It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done. I'll be comin' home.
Met her in old Mexico. She was laughing sad and young. In a smokey room no-one could see. . Her favorite poets all agreed. Spanish is a loving tongue.
Baby like the night life. She can't tolerate the quiet life. She got a shakin' fever. Ain't nobody don't believe her. . She gotta get the gettin' tonight.
Waiting for the train to France. I hung my head in shame. Feeling for all purposes like a. Man without a name. Adios that's all she said. I knew it had to be.
She collected gun-slingers. First-stringers, dead-ringers. She just needed more. . She collected dance hallers. Know-it-all-ers, wreckin'-ball-ers. She just needed more.
You say you want drama. I'll give you drama. You want muscle. I'll give you nerve. . You want sugar. Would you settle for honey?. You want romance. Would you settle for love?.
I'm stoned on your love. Kick her off Earl, yeah. . I don't need cigarettes or whiskey. I don't get a rush from caffeine. Ain't trippin' out on nothing.
The street that we live on. Ain't no yellow brick road. This paycheck that I bring home. Sure ain't no pot of gold. . When people dream. They don't wish they were us.
You could have kissed me like this wasn't gonna last. Kept me from sayin' something I'll never take back. You could have held me like there was no chance.
Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. . Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild.
Show me a woman who left her man. And I'll show you a man with a drink in his hand. Doing all they can to survive. And I'll show you a man, you better not let him drive.