What the hell is wrong with me?. I can't do nothing right. I sleep away the whole day long. I stay awake all night. Fightin' things that I can't see. And I never seem to win.
Drove from Albuquerque to Ft. Smith, Arkansas. Then all the way to New Orleans in time for Mardi Gras. You should have seen... the craziness down there.
I crossed the desert on a dining car. In the spring of ninety-one. I met some people drinking at the bar. They were laughing having fun. I told 'em that I hadn't heard the joke.
I got high and I got in jail. I got high and I got in jail. I got high and I got in jail. Weren't nobody to pay my bail. My sins they have overtaken me.
Well me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley. Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley. And I kept rollin' them sevens , winnin' all them pots. My luck was so good I could do no wrong.
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',. We're gonna do what they say can't be done.. We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.. I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run..
You got out with no bruises or scratches. You broke free with no visible scars. I just got this one question to ask you. Baby what about your heart. You would stand with no shoes on a hot sun.
Way Back When We Were Lovers. We Had Each Other To Lean On. We Use To Lay Back. And Greet The Sunshine. Now The Good Times. Are All Gone. . Living Ain't No Fun Now.
When I saw you on the street. I almost turned away. When you stared in disbelief. Because I smiled and waved. Oh the years have turned my bitterness. Into a sad regret.
I think I've waited long enough. Let enough time go by. To know just what I need in my life. When I look at you right now. My heart is telling me why.
So you're back at my door. The one you walked out. You made a mistake. You know that now. Will I let you in. You're begging me,"please". What's in it for me.
Outside a starlit night inside a raging storm. Words of anger fly like many times before. We'll fight the battle baby. nobody wins the war. . I'll say I don't need you, you'll say you don't want me.
WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG MAGGIE. (George Johnson - James A. Butterfield). '35 American Cowboy Music. . I wander today to the hill Maggie to watch the scene below.
Memories that linger in my heart. Memories that make my heart grow cold. But some day they'll live again sweetheart. And my blue moon again will turn to gold.
Well here here I am in Chicago all alone near the place where we met. As I walk through the rain the wind whispers your name. Oh why won't they let me forget.
When there's a fire in your heart break the glass sound the alarm. Call on me I'll be there. Instant service speedy fast I was your first I'll be your last.
I could have a mansion. That is higher than the trees. I could have all the gifts I want. And never ask please. . I could fly to Paris. [?] at my beck and call.
Oh they tell me of a place and they tell me of a day. Where the saints shall be gathered to stay. They shall come from the east they shall come from the west.
(When the wheel of hurt comes wheeling round to you). . You're gonna know what it means to be lonely. You're gonna know what it means to be blue. You're gonna know how it feels to feel your heart breaking in two.
When he was young I held him on my knee. Pressed him close to me kissed his tears away. When he was young very young together we would ween. Lands of make believe where we two could play.