I figured out most of the lyrics, but there are a few spots where I'm not quite sure.. Hence, the dashes.. . Caleb Meyer, he lived alone. In them hollarin' pines.
Leased twenty acres. And one jimmy mule. From the Alabama Trust. Half of cotton, third of corn. Get a hand full of dust. . We cannot have all things pleasin'.
Welcome to 2003 minus 25. Oh, say can you smell her for the smoke. God's still up there laughin' so He's gotta be alive. Who says He can't take a dirty joke.
Tell us once again this morning. Old friend how did you win the war. Everybody loves a hero. It don't matter if they've heard the tale before. . And tell us of the time.
You dont know me from Adam, madam. May I introduce myself to you?. I live one floor down below. I hear and know almost everything you do. . I used to hear four feet dancin'.
South bound out of Shreveport heading hell bent for his grave. He reads a sign on the barn door that says the good lord Jesus saves. But I don't think Jesus knows him 'cause he ain't the Jesus kind.
I've held it all inward, God knows, I've tried. But it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life. To look in the mirror in total surprise. At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes.
What am I. What are you. . I always change. But thats alright. So do you. . You were blessed. Blessed with breath. . You are alive. Your blood runs warm.
Da, da, da, da, da, da. Oh, please let me be. Da, da, da, da, da, da. Cover my eyes so I cant see. . Lay down beside me. Your hair forms a halo round your head.
Are you there?. I can feel your hand in mine. I hope you feel the way that I do. But where are you?. Shane. . Im so confused. I dont know where to go.
Darkness was creeping down the alley. An army of shadows. I was dancing in the fog. To the songs of the ghosts. . I felt your stare. Burning holes in my back.
Another morning. Another sunrise. Get up and go. Always moving. Go faster never slow. . Cause youre running, running,running. What you gonna do. Cause theyre coming, coming, coming.
I am not your keeper. Ill break my back carrying you around. Why should I be your savior. When you burry yourself in the ground. . Your pain knows its way.
I had a dream that I believed in you. Inside the burning fires we've been through. the smoke and ash that still remain. only serve to fan the flame. I hear voices say.
Potato 2, potato 3, potato 4. 5 potato, 6 potato, 7 potato, more. . Better run and hide if they're searching for you. Can you get home without them catching you?.
The clouds piled up high. The periwinkle sky. And the water soft and brown. . It looks like you could walk on it. Yeah, it looks like you could walk on it.
Graveyard musty and cold. Smells of autumn, smells of mold. Pick up truckload full of bones. There to play a few songs to one who's gone. . There there child don't you cry.
A cowboy came to Waikiki. Took a look around. Saw the girls in the short grass skirts. And he was hula bound. . So he traded his chaps and his ten gallon hat.
The lady's she right. She believes I just can't make it without her. That she's the reason I lay awake at night. And she thinks that I wish I could hold.
Hunted down. Someone said, "No story, no gain". Wipe the clock right now. I despise what you crave. . I remember you. When you wore a different face. Never heard a story of anyone.