I know that nothing's like it used to be. Lightning strike me in my sleep. My heart shook me wide awake. Beat so loud to help me say. . I can't deny I didn't fight it.
If you were honest with it lately. You'd say that truth ain't black and white. This room's been grayer than storm we build inside. . Yah only to myself I know that.
I belong. To the man. Don't belong without him. When I sleep without him. Loneliness. Loneliness. My dreams with God. Softly waiting. I belong to the man.
let's go down by the grapevine. drink my dady's wine. get happy. down by the grapevine. drink my daddy's wine. get happy. happy. oh sweet blindness. a little magic.
Do you wanna make a sweet dream fade after all the tries we made?. Never mind perfection, heroes or heroines.. Tonight, let's be lovers again. Tonight, lover, let's be friends or make a sweet dream fade..
I was born from love. And my poor mother worked the mines. I was raised on the Good Book Jesus. Till I read between the lines. Now I don't believe. I want to see the morning.
You were my darlin' light. Everything was gonna be all right. . And you were my everything. Boy, once you could make me sing. . Well, I ain't gonna fly away.
let's go down by the grapevine. drink my dady's wine. get happy. down by the grapevine. drink my daddy's wine. get happy. happy. oh sweet blindness. a little magic.
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run.
I've been waiting. A clock on the wall. Still. Every time that I see your face. It's like a warm embrace. That's all. . And I've been waiting, baby. To set my soul free.
Can you surry,. Can you picnic?. Can you surry,. Can you picnic?. Surry down to a stoned soul picnic. Surry down to a stoned soul picnic. There'll be lots of time and wine.
I walk the path of heart and soul. I make my living building homes.. I build them out of music with my imagination.. Sound architectural tools I use. My boss is the Muse..
winter. turn on the night. turn on your love light. I'm a non-believer. but I believe. in your smile. well I'm gonna talk to you baby. on brandy-wine.
Come on, people, come on, children. Come on down to the glory river.. Gonna wash you up, and wash you down,. Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down..
Come on, people, come on, children. Come on down to the glory river.. Gonna wash you up, and wash you down,. Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down..
Come on, people, come on, children. Come on down to the glory river.. Gonna wash you up, and wash you down,. Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down..
Just as far as I can remember she'll remain the rose of my heart. Mama took sick along in December February brought us broken hearts. The reason we've not called the family reunion is we knew that you wouldn't be there.
SYMPATHY. Writers Bobby Bare, Charlie Williams. . Oh well, I look in your eyes. And what do I see. Well, I don't see love. All I see is sympathy. Before she came along.
I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' them for all of the stars. Watchin' them laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars.
(Sweet dreams of you every night I go through. Why can't I forget you and start my life anew. Instead of having sweet dreams about you). You don't love me it's plain I should know you'll never wear my name.