You know I love my music, it's really all I got. I never really cared that much if I was cold or hot. Now I got a job to do, I don't want to begin. . I've gotta write a sad song for my friend.
Me and Yates an army buddy o'mine were doin' three years in Germany at the time. We came upon these Frauleins in the bar. Yates said darf isch zee be-gleit-en they said ya.
Out of bed at eight am. Out my head by half past ten. Out with mates and dates and friends. That's what I do at weekends. I can't talk and I can't walk.
I was working in Miami for a day or two. I decided I'd look up a girl that I once knew. I bought some flowers and went to see a girl I used to know. The lady at her door said she had married long ago.
On the floor of the limo there's a bottle of whiskey. A white Stetson hat with a fine feather band. His face covered up with the two day old paper. He's a songwriter legend that grey haired old man.
Shame on the rain for making me twice as blue. It's raining in my heart on my window too. Days just like this have put out the flame. I've got that smoke in my eyes shame on the rain.
I guess you know Jethro went crazy; we've all been crazy sometimes. They fixed up his lungs and his fever; but they could not fix up his mind. He married a beautiful redhead; of women they say she's a pearl.
Ships go out I see them every day. Ships go out I watch them sail away. And on the decks I see my smiling friends. Ships go out but they never do come in.
I'm humming as I walk this house and do my daily chores. When I put the broom away I see the dress that Alice wore. It's hanging in the closet sadly sagging without form.
Well I met a man in Montgomery Alabama. I was waitin' on a bus and he was shinin' shoes and I heard him say. I'm a shoeshine man number one in the land.
Too doo dup too doo doo doo doo doo. You're just a little baby boy six months old lying in your mama's lap. I'm sittin' here thinkin' of a song I could sing to get you to take a nap.
Now that I know what I know why did the learning come so slow. There are deeds that I have done there in the songs I've sung. And no building stands with my name on the side.
She's been climbin' up in the world I've been slidin' on down. Her life is like a French poodle mine's like an old fox hound. You wouldn't believe that I know her it hurts me through and through.
If you ever worry, will I be true. Don't you worry, I'll be true. And I'll be true, sky blue true. I'll be true, sky blue true. . As blue as the skies, as blue as your eyes.
Boys and girls take warning. If you go near the lake. Keep your eyes wide open. And look for sneaky snake. . Now, maybe you won't see him. And maybe you won't hear.
I'll follow my dreams like a soldier of fortune. I'd rather chase rainbows than stay here. And grow old and never know. . How high I could fly if I reach for the sky.
I hate to write this song I never wanted to. But after all, Curt writin' songs is what I do. Right now the paper's staring at me, cold and blank. Defying me to even try express my thanks.
Do you like true stories? I do. That's why I'm singing this song. A song about one legged chicken. Who lives in the straw on the floor in my barn. . I remember the day she was hatched out.
He sits with the guitar on his knee. Thinking of love that he's had. If it makes a sound, he writes it down. He's a songwriter. . He's trying to paint.
Take these arms of mine, throw them away. They're just souvenirs of some other day. Take these lips of mine, they're useless to me. They're just souvenirs of things that used to be.