Written by Marty Stuart and Allen Shamblin. . We're talking Tupelo was about a fast train. Headed toward the world like a mad hurricane. When he finally hit the ground, he tore us all apart.
Written by Marty Stuart. . I heard the sound of a train out in the distance. That takes me back to you. The only heart I ever met, as pure as it was true.
Written by Marty Stuart. . I'm tired of walking down that lonesome road. I'm tired of walking down that lonesome road. It's a mighty hard travelin' and a heavy load.
Lester: Here's a little number right here now that ah Marny and me'd like to try to do for ya. It's one that, ah, Mac Wiseman and myself recorded a few years ago and it's out of print right now and, a lotta folks still, askin' for this one, and, and ah, you be Mac..
Written by Butch Carr and Russ Zavitson. . When you said it's over, I said it's not for me. When you said to forget you, I said when will that be. When that day comes, well they'll bury me.
When she needs a friend, then you'd better hold her. If she starts to cry, then offer her your shoulder. If the world comes crashin' down and leaves her full of doubt.
I searched for love my whole life through. Then it came like a blinding flash from the blue. Thanks to you. . Empty nights and long lost days. Roving eyes and rambling ways are through.
There's a girl trying to steal my heart and I'm tempted. Even though she can tear it apart, I'm tempted. In her eyes there's mystery, every time she smiles at me.
Well I wanted to ramble ever since I was a kid. I'm gonna do just what my Daddy did. The world started closin' in on me. And I had to have a change of scenery.
shut up.. i can feel this anger, it fills me up inside.. the world is full of hatred, there's no place to hide.. running no more.. face it here, now, then, and forever..
Crying for the past. is something we've all done.. Lying to ourselves is a way. for us to run.. . We must die to. ourselves to pull through.. . [Chorus]:.
95, I was 21.. We were living hand to mouth.. Glassy eyed, slack jawed.. Dreaming of the broken locks.. . Paper walls in my bedroom.. Perfect on my Drunkard's walk..
Trogdor!. . Trogdor!. . Trogdor was a man. . I mean, he was a dragon man. . Or maybe he was just a dragon. . But he was still Trogdor!. . Trogdor!. . Trogdor!.
Coach Z, Coach Z, one two one two. Coach Z, one two one two. Coach Z, Coach Z, one two one two. Coach Z, one two one two. . These peoples. These peoples.
STRONG BAD:. The Cheat, man.. Where did we go wrong?. Seems like just yesterday we were setting fire to Strong Sad's underwear.. STRONG SAD: That WAS yesterday!.
Who's ego trippin' suckers need to start to skippin' remove. . the fork from my anus because I ain't done.. . One of a kind never to be figured out, but oh naw,.
So you're leaving me out of your reindeer games 'cause don't have quite enough fame.. Lame your excuse, here take the noose, no use, no spine,. Your trickin' everytime tipping around those thoughts that are really on your mind,.
Repeat offender, burn that ass to a cinder.. . You molester, striking fear and drawing tears.. . Scars are deep the innocent you had to cheat.. Capital Punishment should be your favorite treat..
Brothers and sisters, we live in a troubled time.. We live in a time when lack of ability and talent is mistaken for genius.. When jumping on the bandwagon is considered originality..