Today's the day I leave forever. This town where we once loved together. Now that love is gone I guess I'm free. I'll leave behind both you and sorrow.
There was a time when I thought of no other and we sang our own love's refrain. Our hearts beat as one and we had our fun but time changes everything.
This song is for you, you know who you are. I won't embarrass you for callin' out your name. You're here every night, several night of drinks. Wearin' your superficial smile.
Sometimes songs are done by singers that don't mean them. And at times I've done the same and couldn't sing them. At times I've written songs about some things I didn't do.
The sun goes down and leaves me sad and blue. The iron curtain falls on this cold war with you. For you won't speak and I won't speak it's true. Two stubborn people with a cold war to go through.
Bet it ain't a rainin' back home bet your sister's still on the phone. Bet mama's in the kitchen cookin' fried chicken wishin' that I hadn't went wrong.
We used to laugh a lot. We never cried. But things are all different now. Since your sweet love has died. Seems we've lost the way to find. All the good times we found before.
Well, you wouldn't read my letters if I wrote you. You asked me not to call you on the phone. There's something I've been waiting for to tell you. So I wrote it in the words of this song.
Such a little time has passed since you went away. Where are all these heartaches coming from. I can hardly stand the pain of missing you today. And I know the worst is yet to come.
Wish I was down on some blue bayou. With a bamboo cane stuck in the sand. But the road I'm on, don't seem to go there. So I just dream, keep on being the way I am.
Sixty-six was still a narrow two-lane highway. Harry Truman was the man who ran the show. The bad Korean war was just beginning. And I was just three years too young to go.
Oh the sunny side of my life is the side you're living on. Grey skies never come when I'm with you. Good times hang around only when you're here at home.
THE TRAIN THAT NEVER STOPS. (Dallas Frazier). '67 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI. . For years I've tried to leave this poor man's valley. On a train that's on its way to richer ground.
I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind. Home was never home to me at anytime. Every front door found me open I would find the back door open.
Oh, the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin. Above the door, there burned a scarlet lamp. And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger.
I receive my big promotion, down at the lumber yard. And my income tax return will soon be due. I just made my last big payment on my 68 Corver. The only trouble with me is you.
I left the four lane highway, took a blacktop seven miles. Down by the old country school, I went to as a child. Three miles down a gravel road, I could see the proud old home.
Well, me and Roy Nichols and couple other fellows in the band. We got to talking it over and thought we'd take off a little time if we can. . I don't mean to say I'm quitting, I'm just tired of making love to a telephone.
(Verse One). On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross. The emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old Cross, where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain..
Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe. Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away. They both robbed and killed until both of them died. So goes the legend of Bonnie and Clyde.