If we had a date, let's say about eight. Honey do you think it's wrong. If I held you tight in the pale moonlight. Honey do you think it's wrong. . If a car would stall, wouldn't go at all.
Yeah he's a good drinkin buddy,. He always shows,. All my complainin ain't no skin off his nose,. He always makes me happy and never sad.. He's got a golden tan,.
Got a little red Chevy, a '59,. Sittin just out there in the drive,. Boy she's got some attitude,. Put the pedal to the floor,. Burn some rubber,. Fast as hell, and I just love her,.
It's just one more day out of my life. Gone for good, gone for good. I keep turning over in my mind. Did I get it right, right this time?. . Worry's only ever in your mind.
Art of Virtue. Adrienne Young / Will Kimbrough. . Gonna start a revolution,. Made of action, not of words. Practicing the Art of Virtue. A joy ride on the learning curve.
Natural Bridge. by Adrienne Young (Autumn 2006). Feel like I been riding for a thousand years. Down this lonesome road and bitter trail of tears. But I gotta keep on.
Once more to be with you, dear. Just for tonight, to hold you tight.. Once more, I'd give a fortune. If I could see you once more.. . Forget the past. This hurt can't last..
She's a buckskin baby made of silk and steel. Daughter of her Mother's heart. Well, dyed in the wool. Future farmer of a brand new start. She could've been a supermodel or a rich man's queen.
It's not my style to dance away the night. Or go for a walk beneath the full moonlight. And I don't wish on falling stars. Or easily give away my heart.
What makes me get up every mornin'. When I can't find the will?. And what keeps me goin' through the motions. When all my dreams are standing still?. .
It ain't nothin' but a small frame house on an acre lot. It ain't that much different from any other house on the block. And it may not look like we've got all our share of the promise.
I parked my car beside the highway and I didn't lock the doors. Left a note there with the keys if it cranks, well friend, she's yours. And I struck out across Texas, gonna walk it line to line.
As we passed in the hall. She said, "We need to talk. I can't go on like this another day". I froze in my tracks. And a chill ran up my back. 'Cause I knew what she was gonna say.
It was a quarter till three on the day that we met. Exactly nine o' five on the night that she left. Well I tried my best but I still can't forget. How good she used to be.
Ive built a million raving beauties out of pure make-believe. Hopin my imagination might run away with me. Thought Id pictured every vision that a man could dream about.
She was a woman on a mission. Here to drown him and forget him. So I set her up again to wash him down. . She had just about succeeded. When the low-down, no-good, cheating, good-for-nothing.
There's a pool hall juke box, sawdust floors. Three plays for a quarter, and we still want more. Yeah, there's a reason for fast cars and that double yellow line.
Maybe we'll never be seen together. At night on a crowded street. I may never reach across your body. And kill the light when you're asleep. . Maybe I'll never watch you dressing.
The first time we went all the way. I can truly say it was way beyond my wildest dreams. And I never can forget that day. We spent tangled up in satin sheets.
Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't. More than once she's left me on the side of the road. The older she gets the slower we go. But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio.