Well I been a-ridin' shotgun on the Houston-Dallas stage. I got me a sawed-off hogleg, twenty is the number guage. I'd shoot anybody that would try to stop this ride.
She's just a drifter and she drifts from town to town. She's never been branded and she's never been tied down. She drifts for a while then she might drift back to town.
Well I'm just a man, I'm weak in some ways. Sometimes I find it hard to find the strength. To make it through the day. But I've got a woman who carries me on.
Sometimes late at night I wake up dreamin'. I reach and feel for her, she's too good to be true. And then I touch the sleepin' softness of my woman. And, half asleep, she turns to whisper, I love you.
She was young and she was pretty she was warm and tender too. She was all a man could ask for but her heart could not be true. No her heart could not be true.
Just because I ask a friend about her. Just because I spoke her name somewhere. Just because I rang her number by mistake today. . She thinks I still care.
Seventeen and he was one year more. Seventeen and he the girl adored. . She was only seventeen and he was one year more. She loved him with all her heart and he the girl adored.
From the letter you write me I guess that you're doing fine. I suppose you're too busy to remember I'm here doing time. I doubt if you're lonely I doubt if you've cried any tears.
On a long lonesome journey I'm going. Throw your arms 'round my neck and don't cry. Though in shackles and chains they will take me. To a prison to stay til I die.
Go ahead and call her if you want to. She and I aren't tied by any vow. Just do as you please if it puts your mind at ease. She means nothin' to me now.
The leaves of brown came tumbling down, remember. That September in the rain. The sun went out just like a dyin' ember. That September in the rain. To every word of love I heard you whisper.
Aloha-oe aloha-oe ikeona ona noho ikalipo. One fond embrace ahoea ea until we meet again. [ steel ]. Aloha-oe aloha-oe....
Memories come floodin' back through a veil of tears. But I've been almost happy for just the past two years. The word's out that she's come back and the thought makes me tremble.
I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way. Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday. I called on dear old Santa Claus. To see what I could see.
They call me a drifter, they say I'm no good. I'll never amount to a thing. Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good. There's joy in this song that I sing..
North of the border of Old Mexico. I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo. A hot sun was glowing, a hot breeze was blowing. Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss.
Lonely little San Francisco teardrops. Mixed with lonely San Francisco raindrops. Frantically I try to find the way to say. What I feel in my heart. As I drive as slowly as I can up.
I just sort of always feel sick without you baby. I ain't got anything to lick without you baby. Nothing really sticks without you baby. Ain't I fallen in love?.
You want to have her. Two years have gone now. But I can't relate. To the never ending. Games that you play. As desire passes through. And you're open.