Talkin' to the mirror, whispering your name. It's just like you were here, you'd think I was insane. I hold these conversations in the silence of my room.
I see you here night after night. All by yourself in the blue neon light. A drink in your hand, a tear on your face. A beautiful woman so out of place.
Used to sleep through the night peacefully. Not a care in the world got to me. But now I lay me down to sleep. I'm afraid of what I might see. I wake up screamin' when your dream goes by.
Sitting out here on the hood of this truck looking up. At a caramel colored sunset sky. Checking my watch doing the math in my head. Counting back words to when you said goodbye.
Wake up Monday morning lookin' at another 50 hour week. Hit the ground, black coffee, runnin' on 2 hours of sleep. Damned old truck won't start and I've got some place to be by eight.
Felipe was a young boy when he crossed the Rio Grande. Heading north to Texas where he grew into a man. He fixed cars and worked the wars and raised a family.
What happened to the kid in the baseball cap?. Well he's trying to get home but I 'think he lost the 'map. What happened to the kid with the 'braces on his 'teeth?.
I've got 800 miles of open border. Right outside my door. Theres minute men in little pick up trucks. Who've declared their own damn war. . Now the government wants to build.
Uncle Tommy Gabriel, he played the blue piano. While Frank and Ava Gardener danced the wild Juaurenzi tango. Those were truly golden years my Uncle Tommy said.
The lights of the town were just shutting down. The sun was fresh on the rise. I met momma at the door, she'd been walking the floor. She said boy, you've got stars in your eyes.
It wasn't one big blow that brought our love down. It was a hairline cracks that took it to the ground. Just kept creeping over time. Spreading like wildfire.
I don't want you to cry cause I'm leavin' don't want you to cry cause I'm blue. Only my thoughts make me lonesome wonder if you're lonesome too. Wonder if you're lonesome too.
I went across the river, I lay down to sleep. I went across the river, I lay down to sleep. When I woke up had shackles on my feet. . It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
Well they gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia. Saying Steve you're way behind time. This is not 38 but it's old 97 you must put her into Spencer on time.
Will the roses bloom where she lies sleeping. Will the flowers shed their pedals there. Will the dewdrops fall upon the roses. Where my darling sleeps beneath the sand.
Will the roses bloom where she lies sleeping. Will the flowers shed their pedals there. Will the dewdrops fall upon the roses. Where my darling sleeps beneath the sand.
Often I sing for my friends when death's cold hand I see. But when I am called who will sing one song for me. I wonder who will sing for me. When I'm called to across that silent sea who will sing for me.
I can tell from the look in your eyes. That you still care for me. But somehow you just won't admit. And that's why I'm lonely you see. . Now if you have made up your mind.
Oh when the saints go marching in when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. [ dobro ]. Oh when the stars begin to fall when the stars begin to fall.
Oh I'm thinking of you, little darling. On the day that we first met. And those words sweetheart that you told me. I'm sure I'll never forget. . Oh, someday, sweetheart, when you're lonely.