When your day is rough. Head up high, turn around and come with me. Let's fill the empty glass and stay up late. Let's celebrate like it's a happy birthday to you.
Mein Blick war unverschämt gewesen;. sowas macht manchmal alles klar.. Ich spürte deine Faust sich lösen. . und dacht'. daß die Nacht im Kasten war.. Plötzlich spür' ich das Wasser am Hals steh'n -.
When I'm at my weakest you make me strong. You're the only reason I press on. You give me shelter from the storm. The way you hold me close and keep me warm.
Yes as far as I can remember she'll remain the rose of my heart. Mom took sick along in December February brought us broken heart. The reason we've not called the family reunion we knew that she wouldn't be there.
Sugar in the morning sugar in the evening sugar at suppertime. Be my little sugar and love me all the time. Honey in the morning honey in the evening honey at suppertime.
[ intro by Johnny Wright ]. (Now everybody welcome to the Kitty Wells Road Show. with an all star cast featuring Decca Rocording artists Bill Phillips.
STUBBORN HEART. WRITER JOHNNIE MASTERS. . Everything that I say seems to upset you. When I try to tell you of my love. Open your eyes don't tear us apart.
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.