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.
THE LONGER YOU WAIT. (Merle Haggard). '65 Tree Publishing, BMI. . The longer you wait to leave me the longer I'll hurt when you're gone. And the longer it takes you to break my heart the longer the pain lingers on.
The long distance love affair,. We just had on the phone,. Left me with "Don't worry darlin',. I'm on my way home.". So break out the champagne,. We've got good love on the mend..
Well, the girl turned ripe and the pickers came today. Had an uncle who was farmin' down in Tennessee. And I stopped by to see him there brought this friend with me.
I hear people talkin' bad. About the way we have to live here in this country. Harpin' on the wars we fight. And gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be.
Down every road there's always one more city. I'm on the run, the highway is my home. I raised a lot of Cain back in my younger days. While Mama used to pray my crops would fail.
I only call when I've had that one too many. And my lonely room goes spinning in a whirl. And tonight I couldn't even find my pillow. I've got the emptiest arms in the world.
Tonight there'll be candlelight and roses. In this little country chapel that's almost falling down. There'll be tears in this old farmer's eyes this evening.
Your strange love was what I found. The day the rains came down. And I remember we found shelter in the cave. With the rain clouds up above. In the darkness we found love.
Each night I leave the bar room when it's over. Not feeling any pain at closing time. But tonight your memory found me much too sober. Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind.
You've got the bull of the wood. You've got the beaver from Missouri. We can't get nothin' done on this C.B. . You've got the bull of the woods. You've got the beaver from Missouri.
I've been throwing horseshoes. Over my left shoulder. I've spent most all my life. Searching for that four-leafed clover. . Yet you ran with me. Chasing my rainbows.