I hardly ever think about her. I seldom say "I can't live without her". Till I hold a drink an' sit at the bar. A sip an' it all goes straight to my heart.
Lo-fi tennessee mountain angel come back to me. Met you in a bar when I was drinking. You stood next to me. You say you wanna play country. But you're in a punk rock band.
Well, Ive been sitting on this couch for an hour. Waitin' for something to transpire. Ive tried almost every trick I know. Well, Ive even got Sinatra on the stereo.
I said, "Daddy, I knew I'd find you in this bar. And I know it's been hard, me blamin' you. All these years for my tears". "But Daddy, I need to know what to do.
You love the touch of the southern rain. Falling on your face. You love the way your heart runs wild. And the thrill of the chase. . If thats what you want.
There's a place in a piney hollow. That no one but me can find. Some Choctaw built it in the hillside. Stone by stone in a simpler time. . It's a holy place, my daddy showed me.
Been up and down this lonesome highway. Coast to coast and back again. 'Cause I just had to do things my way. Had to go against the wind. . 'Cause Ive been dreaming of a girl I left behind.
Wont you bury me beneath the tree. Where my family lies, where my family lies?. Let the fog lay low on the mountain high. Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry.
Those midnight tears find me in the darkness. They make a moanful sound. No one sees and no one hears. My midnight tears, falling down. . My friends wonder how Im doing.
My roots are deeper than the bones, the others. My colors that change with the sun. My branches, were higher. Than anything on the hillside. On the day that I watched them all come.
I cannot wait for dawn to break. I must be on my way. Before I pass this way again. Be many a dog, dog day. . The sheriff does not know my face. He does not know my name.
Shades of night are falling. As the wind begins to sigh. And the world's silhouetted against the sky. . Blue shadows on the trail. Blue moon shinin' through the trees.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini. . I'm gonna preach you all a sermon. About Old Man Atom, that's me. I don't mean the Adam in the Bible datum.
It was somethin' as simple. As makin' the bed. That kicked off the voice. Inside her head. She was smoothin' the sheet. With the palm of her hand. When the thought struck home.
I've worn down these wheels so much that they don't even spin. And I've picked the lock to your heart as if I were trying to break in. You poor little thing, that ball and that chain must be ten thousand pounds.
How'd I get here, baby. How'd I get here in your arms. Why do you make me crazy. Why do I love a perfect storm. . I could look at you all night. Stare into love and know that I.
You're hot as a desert, hell in a sheet. Home's anywhere you lay your feet. Your heart is full of. Tumbleweed and brimstone. . Whisper in your whiskey late at night.
You make me wanna buy a big Harley. Deck it out in steel and chrome. Trade in this old car; this old house. Who we are and just be gone. . Oh baby, yeah long gone.
It was July and we were 17. Nothin' goin' on at the Dairy Queen. So we drove to the river and he gave me his ring. And I melted in his arms like my ice cream.
Here we go again on this telephone line. Every time we talk I always end up cryin'. You're always tellin' me about what I'm missin'. If I came back there I'd only end up wishin'.