Dear Mama, well here's a letter from your girl. Well I think my city days are done gone. And it ain't been three weeks since I came. And Mama, do remember what you said.
Lovin' you, lovin' you,. Seems that's all I ever want to do. You went and turned your back on me. I packed my bags and had to leave. I can't believe I'm still in love with you.
The last time I saw Jesus. I was drinking bloody mary's in the South. In a barroom in New Orleans. Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth. . She wore a dark and faded blazer.
I'll trade those city lights and crowded sky's. Roll down snake river with a box full of flies. . Come on white water make this old girl sing. And teach this young girl how to western swing.
Within the prison of my soul. Locked within my troubled mind. There's a boy I can't forget. Cause he's just one of a kind. . Just a plain old fashioned boy.
There's a picture that I carry. One we made some time ago. When they ask who's in the picture with me. I say, "Just someone I used to know". . "Just someone, I used to spend some time with.
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown Cadillac. She's got more dollars than Carter's got pills. I dream of Jeannie with the light brown Cadillac. And oh, oh all her dollar bills.
Sun dogs barkin', barkin' round my dreams. Three ring circus rockin' round the sun. The taste of fire and Julia's name. Right there on the tip of my tongue.
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man. Born of an actor in Maryland. Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage. Bound to die at a tender age. . Washington to Baltimore.
Show me how you do that trick?. The one that makes me scream, she said. The one that makes me laugh, she said. Threw her arms around my neck. . Show me how you do it?.
One, two. One, two, three, go. . The great Jim Thorpe was Indian pride. The athlete of the century was cast aside. They took his medals right out of his hand.
Jonathan lives all on his own. He can't have distractions in the home. He stays locked in most days and nights. Trying to create while the neighbors fight.
Just a little lovin'. Early in the mornin'. Beats a cup of coffee. For starting off the day. . Just a little lovin'. When the world is dawnin'. Makes you wake up feeling.
Bottles flying, women crying. Ceiling sagging, 'bout to fall. Jason Fleming, chasing women. Pickin' fights with one and all. . Now Jason Fleming's quite a man.
Saw you again last night. I caught you catchin' my eye. I love to stare at you. . Through the smoke and lights. Well, I can see that I. See that I just wanna hold you.
Boot leather on a barroom floor, fightin' over a dance hall girl. He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to glory. The sheriff said son, better go with me.
Children do not weep for me. When you hear Im dead and gone. In the Saviors arms Ill be. Just a like I told you all along. When my soul leaves this earth.
John Gilbert is a boat. Di-dee o, di-dee o. John Gilbert is a boat. Di-dee o. Runnin' in the Cincinnati trade. . You see that boat a-comin'. Comin' 'round the bend.
An urban light hit's a bartender's smile. 'Cause it's closin' time again. Last call rang out such a long time ago. In the heart of Julie Anne. . Now she waits inside this midnight glow.
Written by: John Stewart. . I cant hold it on the road, youre sitting right beside me. And Im drunk out of my mind, merely from the fact. That you arent here.