God is abundant in mercy and love he died to redeem us from sin. Soon his son is coming to take us to him God is abundant in mercy and love. . When I am lonely and filled with dispair.
Go tell it on the mountain over the hills and everywhere. Go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born. Go tell it on the mountain.... . The shepherds kept their watching over the sheep.
My love is not within my reach and so I want this lonely beach. But stranger please don't bother me I don't want your sympathy. Go away stranger can't you see you're only disturbing me.
Go ahead and make me cry. go ahead and make me blue. Bring the teardrops to my eyes. if that's what you wanna do. Go ahead and make me lonely. darling I belong to you.
It's knowing you don't try to bind my freedom with some promise made of gold. That for you my door stays open and our love becomes a simple to A street.
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love. Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.
Parody of Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer by Elmo & Patsy (R. Brook), Kris Publishing Co./Elmo Publishing (SESAC). New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd and Bruce Burch, La-Po Music (BMI)/Bruce Burch Publishing (SESAC).
Well, a couple of good friends of mine, Elmo and Patsy, wrote me. And said they'd written the perfect country Christmas comedy song. I said, "No, you didn't, you didn't mention nothing about".
Be very very quiet, we are huntin' somethin'. . Me and Harold Muffert were outdoors men. Set in our backwoods ways. Both members of the huntin' club. Both active in the NRA.
With so much drama in the L-B-C. It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G. But I, I somehow, some way-hay. Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single day, and.
At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain. With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain. Of his fight against the people who would cut Green Mountain down.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home. The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. There to meet me is my mama and papa.
I have thought I was a big big man much too big to cry. Then I fell in love with you thought you loved me too then you said goodbye. I can't forget the day that you walked away from your love I'll never be free.
Just at the close of a bright summer day just as the twilight had faded away. Soft on the breeze like the cool of a dove someone was singin' an old song of love.
I rodeoed on the circuit. For nearly fifteen years. To reach the top it took a lot. Of blood, sweat and tears. . I finally won the title. I finally gained the fame.
It's a source of speculation, mornin', noon and night. 'Bout who is and who ain't, which way's wrong or right. Well I'd describe the feelin' but shoot I don't have clue.
Have you ever been down to a country dance. And listened to the music of a hillbilly band. And danced with your darlin' all through the night. And don't go home 'til the morning light?.
I'm a goin' and a blowin' and a heading down the road. Tryin' to make a livin' rodeoin'. I've been a driving all night 'neath the pail moonlight. Waiting for the sun to start showin'.
Campfires, coffee from a tin cup in my hand. Sure warms the fingers when it's cold. Pickin' this ol' guitar, a friend I understand. It sure smooth the wrinkles in my soul.
He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four. The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore.