Wasted days and wasted nights. I have left for you behind. For you don't belong to me. You heart belongs to someone else. . Why should I keep loving you.
Well, I walked down Broadway, smile on my face. Nashville has music all over the place. Honky tonks line the streets. Man, it's a symphony of big dreams and dive bars.
When youget this letter dearest darling. I' ll be on the train heading home. My thoughts are only of you, love. While these many moons I've roamed. . Meet me there down by the river.
I, I'm wondering if you're by yourself. I'm wondering if you need any help. Holding down a couple of bar-stools. Yeah, and I, I hope you don't mind if.
After carefully considerin' the whole situation. I stand with my back to the wall. Walkin' is better than runnin' away. And crawlin' ain't no good at all.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart. Without saying a word, you can light up the dark. Try as I may, I could never explain. What I hear when you don't say a thing.
Wish that it was me, Lord,. Wish that it was me.. I wish I had my time again,. Wish I had my time, time..
When you left I thought that I would soon be over you. Even told myself that I would find somebody new. Time and tears have come and gone but not your memory.
You know this old world is full of singers. But just a few are chosen. To tear your heart out when they sing. Imagine life without them. All your, radio heros.
I've been living a new way. Of life I love so. I can see the clouds are gath'ring. And the storm will wreck our home. Last night he held you tightly. And you didn't even shove.
You look so out of place in this little country bar. Don't know the circumstances, but here you are. Go on and run, but you won't get too far. 'Cause you can't escape my wild love.
Ever changing, ever moving, ever finding, ever losing. Every moment of our choosing bears a cost. As for lonely I can show you. How to live a life alone.
When day is done. And shadows fall. I dream of you!. . When day is done. I think of all. The joys we knew!. . That yearning, returning,. To hold you in my arms,.
WRECK OF THE OLD '97. Traditiuonal. . They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven You must put her in Spencer on time" Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll" It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville In a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade where he lost his airbrakes So you see what a jump he made He was goin' down grade makin' ninety miles an hour And his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle And scalded to death by the steam Now, ladies, you must all take warning From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return.
When a star is born. They possess a gift or two. One of them is this. They have the power to make a wish come true. . When you wish upon a star. Makes no difference who you are.
I can see you got your eye on this old cowboy. And I can tell you've never had one for your own. Or you've never been around one. Now you're thinkin' that you've found one.
I'm on the outside looking in. Baby how your hair flows in the wind. Twenty-seven years baby where have you been?. Now and I loved you then. Come on baby we can run a.
When I woke up today, I was feeling ok. But my mind started turning as breakfast was burning. My soul slipped away to a red evening sky, and a lovers sweet sigh, in the wink of an eye. In the wink of an eye..
Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel. Were the only traces left of that worn out Oldsmobile. Oh, the mist hung on that mountain like a winter overcoat.
If I was runnin' this country. I'd start it over from scratch. Keep what's good an' pile up what's bad. And then I'd strike the match. Yea, we'd go back to the basics.