Anybody else would tell you. My face is dead. But I say it's a lie. . There's only one road in. And it's easy. To miss. . It's surrounded by swamps. With green.
Verse Number One:. Long ago...in a parable of old.... Jesus told of a bruised and battered soul.... Layin out beside the way...people passed him on that day....
I'm a bit like a soldier. In the way I wear no uniform. And choose not to fight. And fight all night. For some other cause. . I'm a bit like the grave digger.
THE CHORUS:. When I'm singing for the ladies....It's just like a picture show..... Cause it sure brings back the memories..... Of a lady that I know....
Have you lost your faith. Have you lost your way. Have you lost everything. You thought you held. Yesterday. . You should leave me behind. And devote all your time.
Verse Number One:. Silent Night...Holy Night....all is calm...all is bright..... Round yon virgin...mother and Child....Holy Infant so tender and mild.....
I slept through most of april. I got up in may and had some toast. Then I bedded down again. I bedded down again. Because I was sleepy. . In june. I made enough chili in my crockpot.
Verse Number One. Santa's got a radio....he's listening to a band......... Playing down in Nashville at the Wildhorse on weekends.... He's turned the volume up...a stepping down the road....
I took your party invitation list. And wrote 'enemies' across the top of it. Then I asked you. To go on a short drive with me. So I could point out. Some more of our enemies.
Let me be your salty dog. I don't wanna be your man at all. Honey, let me be your salty dog. . Down in the wild wood. Sittin' on the log. My finger on a trigger.
Ain't gonna work on the railroad. Ain't gonna work on the farm,. Gonna lay 'round the track. Till the mail train comes back. Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms..
With the grace of a corpse. In a riptide. I let go. And I slide slide slide. Downriver. With an empty case by my side. An empty case. That's my crime.
I lay on the bed in the dark. Laughing at things i think of. Getting off on the pornography of my past. Lighting matches and dropping them. Into a wet glass.
I love my mother. I love my father. I love my sisters, too.. I bought this guitar. To pledge my love. To pledge my love to you.. . I am a rock bottom riser.
Ring Those Joy Bells Of Christmas. . Verse Number One. Three wise men rode East...they were searching..... For a King whose star they saw...... When they knelt beside him in the manger.....
When I take the prisoners swimming. They have the time of their lives. I love to watch them floating. . On their backs. Unburden and relaxed. . I sit in the tall grass and look the other way.
Verse Number One:. There are prayers .... we pray in the valley.... There are prayers we pray with salty tears.... There are prayers that we pray on God's prayer mountain.
Sister sister. I know you hate to hear me sing. Sister sister. I know it makes your skin crawl. To see my father mouth. Do anything at all. . Sister sister.
Verse Number One:. Like it or not....I can't stop the clock....it's seven a.m....... No coffee again....in my old coffee can..... What a way...for the day to begin....
I really want to like girls. But it's seems every time. I get burnt. Is it because they can hurt me. Like no other man can. Or is it because I am a jealous bitch.