(Ron Agnew). . The cowboy will never get married to you, girl. It's the fightin' that he just can't bear. But when there's women and whisky and beer-drinkin' brawls.
Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Dum da-da-dah dum da-da-dah dum da-da-dah dum-dum. Dum da-da-dah dum da-da-dah dum da-da-dah da-da-da. . Dum dum da-dum-dum-da-dum.
(Ron Agnew). . Take my duds to the junkman. Give 'im ev'rything I got. Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring. I gotta get out while I'm hot.
I've been getting down about all the run-around. About all the pushing and the standing in line. But like my friends say, you gotta do it anyway. And it just gets harder when you ask why.
i could be your new tomorrow. i could be your shining star. and if you should dare to follow. woe betide your beating heart. i said -you make it happen.
When my daddy lived here, I never worried. When my daddy lived here, he read me stories. And I never was afraid when the endings were scary. 'Cause my daddy would say, "I will keep you safe.
boys and girls will see in time. that they were wrong to go. fires don't burn at home, like they. used to burn, those nights. grew so long. the scattering.
Eede/MacMichael. . I won't wait for you, i won't wait for you. in the morning. 'cause the last thing that i want. is to see you cry. . and i won't ask of you, and i won't ask of you.
Eede. . And though the fires are burning. under the pillars of learning. i hear the wind is still howling. "go home". and looking out of your window. you see a brave new tomorrow.
Believe me when I say to you that every word is true. Oh, that a change is goin' to come. You can hear it in the broadcast on your radio. . Ooh, why are you runnin'? Was it somethin' that somebody said?.
Eede. . It's a classic situation. Boy meets girl meets new temptation go. I demand an explanation. But you keep losing concentration so. So you tell him those little white lies again.
The roads are wrapped around your waist. They lead me place to place. I take trips from hip to hip. In fact, I've made a career out of it. . I've always thought the left.
What you got now gotta, gotta give it up. What you got now gotta, gotta give it up. What you got now, what you got now. . We keep ourselves a mystery.
Whatcha got now, gonna, gonna give up. Whatcha got now, gonna, gonna give up. Whatcha got now, whatcha got now. . We keep ourselves a mystery. But we provide, provide the clues.
Slightly bruised and a little bit used. I never thought they'd be so amused. Brothers bond broken by the bailiff. For the first time. . Prison proves, gotta pay my dues.
She's doesn't deserve to be in no place like this, all alone. She's underage and so very, very brave. Her fake ID lent her credibility, she sits at the bar.
I've got the gift of one liners. And you've got the curse of curves. And with this gift I compose words. And the question that comes forward. . Are you perspiring from the irony?.
And so typically, and so typically. Soft, set back and perfectly dropped. Tough and lean and so perfectly taught. . I am as he does, you are as she was.
And I looked. I looked up at the stars. and found the brightest pair. the ones I could compare. to your eyes and then. As nightfall turned to day. I watched them fade away.