Angray words were spoken and you turned and left me in a cloud of gloom. I knew when you took the car you'd drive around till you found a saloon. Grip some pretty woman there makes over you and start that burning glow.
In your heart there's just standing room only you had so many lovers before. But please pity your life that's been lonely and let me come in your heart's door.
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman. Giving all your love to just one man. You'll have bad times and he'll have good times. Going things that you don't understand.
Stand beside me stand beside me you're the only one who ever made me care. I can't stand to think that I might be alone. Not alone again not the way it was back then.
Someday you'll call my name and I won't answer. Someday you'll reach for me I won't be there. For you've grown tired of all the love I gave you. But someday you'll wish that I still care.
SLOWLY DYING. Writer Al Horn. . Slowly dying, slowly dying, our love can't live for very long. You keep lying, alibiing, ev'ryone can see there's something wrong.
Slowly I'm falling more in love with you slowly you're winning a heart that can be true. Now I can't hide my feelings for it's so plain and true. Slowly I'm falling more in love with you.
When the clock strikes one I stare at the door. By the time it reaches two I'm walking the floor. When the hands, oh, so gently drop down on the three.
If from the past you have gone astray. And at times you cannot see the way. Can't you hear the Lord? He's calling you today. Oh, sinner kneel down and pray.
A quiet little town with happy go people gatherin' after church with a little steeple. Singing on a Sunday singing on a Sunday. The week is over and the work is through going to church like the good folks do.
Back in 1870 just beneath the Great White Way. Alfred Beach worked secretly. Risking all to ride a dream. His wind-machine. His wind-machine. . New York City and the morning sun.
[ Kitty ]. Since my soul has been redeemed since from sin I may get gleamed. I'm singing his praise along the way. From my sins he sets me free when I'm sad he comforts me.
[ Bobby Wright ]. Well I wanna be a big star and wear the finest clothes. Rhinestone suits and cowbow boots and tall tips on the toast. And wail a lotta good hillbilly songs sing that country music and sing it loud and strong.
"I am the very loneliest of all creatures in the universe. Indeed I am an epitaph to man. For having witnessed mass destruction like you've never dreamed and worse.
Sincerely oh yes sincerely cause I love you so dearly please say you'll be mine. Sincerely oh you know how I love you. I'll do anything for you please say you'll be mine.
Hook:. I love, love, love, love this southern comfort lover. His touch amazes me, he keeps me wanting to him. . I love, love, love, love this southern comfort lover.
Act 1. . Well do you get the itching to. Trek about the latitudes?. You do?. Well, likely you're a chip off old Sir Rugglesby. Oh, he was quite the sporting sort.
Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright. 'Round young virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace.
Right now if we wait for the opportunity. Then we would see the sun is reversing. Right now if we wait for the opportunity. Then we would see the sun is reversing.
Well the other night my automobile broke down on the road. I had to walk a mile before I found a telephone. I said, "Hello Operator, your phone just ate my dime.".