I begged her not to go, said I could not live without her. She said, don't be dramatic, you'll survive. She drove away, the sky turned gray. . I cried all night about her.
I'm happy to roam, I can find my way. Through the mountains to the ocean foam. But if I had a map to show me the way. To your heart dear, I'd follow it home.
It's not as if I didn't know better, her innocent look and a scented letter. It looked like love but it felt like a memory. Sometimes a young girl wants a ticket out.
I tried to tell you that we'd make it through somehow. You wouldn't listen and I wouldn't blame you now. I ain't got money but I sure got bills to pay.
Let us pause in lifes pleasures. And count its many tears. While we all sup sorrow with the poor. Theres a song that will linger. Forever in our ears.
Chorus:. Hard pressed we can find a way. Night is almost gone. It'll be another day. If we're hard pressed we can find a way. . Fears, trials, and troubles have we all.
Well, I wish I was in London. Or some other seaport town. I'd set my foot on a steamboat. And sail the ocean 'round. . While sailin' around the ocean.
Left the cold and rain behind, I drove out west to Memphis. South across the Mississippi line, I rolled my window down. Big river runnin' on my right, turtles on the banks a walkin'.
The seeds of this war were sewn in our father's time. And every bomb will plant some more fear and hate. Let's break this chain of history before it gets too late.
There's a tale they tell down in old Wolf County. Of a murderous husband and his family of three. One day a neighbor from over the hill. He found them dead in the cabin it was so deathly still.
When I first came to Louisville, my fortune there to find. There was a maiden there from Lexington, was pleasing to my mind. Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips like arrows pierced my breast.
I live in five rooms, but they don't feel like home. Since our dreams are shattered by two hearts made of stone. Sittin' in the livin' room don't feel like livin' to me.
At the end of the summer there's a couple of days. Before the weather starts shiftin' and changin' it's ways. The winds blow so gently on the things lovers do.
Few are chosen, few ever see the light of day. Through the eye of the needle one or two will make their way. We're all searching for the same thing, a little hope one single ray.
We have our moods sometimes we might get out of synch. We might even have a fight if we have to much to drink. I guess she has her own shape and I know I must have mine.
Family history, I don't know too much, family history, I don't keep in touch. With my mother and father quite like I want to do. There's some family history, I'd rather not go lookin' through.
Lady Margaret was standing in her own room door. A comb in her long yellow hair. When who did she spy but Sweet William and his bride. As to the church yard they drew near.
Chorus. Every day is a long time waiting. Every night is alone and cryin'. Your memory is a long time fadin'. Every tear has a reason why, every tear has a reason why.
She had five hundred dollars that her grandma left. She said for a rainy day. A hundred more from the general store. Where she stocked the shelves for pay.
I've played cards in England. I've gambled in Spain. Goin back to Carolina. Gonna play my last game. Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds. I've known you from old.