I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies. Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies. Turning on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
I like the women I like to hold them tight. Kiss 'em squeeze 'em tease 'em that's alright. But I'll never marry no siree I'm for love but love is not for me.
Some people bad and some people good,. Too bad the bad can't be like the good,. But everything changes a little and it should,. Good ain't forever and bad ain't for good.
Some people bad and some people good. Too bad the bad can't be like the good. But everything changes a little and it should. Good ain't forever and bad ain't for good.
Someday, I won't come runnin'. When you call. The way you hurt me. It's a wonder, I'm still here at all. . Someday, you'll wake up. And you'll find yourself alone.
Little toy trains, little toy tracks. Little toy drums coming from a sack. Carried by a man dressed in white and red. Little boy, don't you think it's time you were in bed?.
And I wake up in the mornin'. With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi". And I stumble to the breakfast table. While the kids are goin' off to schoo, goodbye.
Let me be a little kinder let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those about me let me praise a little more. Let me be when I am weary just a little bit more cheery.
I got up and made my mornin' cup of coffee. Fooled around the house an hour or more l'd guess. I did all this before l even had one thought of you. More and more l think about you, less and less.
Do the mornin's still come early. Are the nights not long enough. Does a tear of hesitation. Fall on everything you touch. Well, it might just be a lesson.
Do the mornin's still come early are the nights not long enough. Does a tear of hesitation fall on everything you touch. Well it might just be a lesson for the hasty heart to know.
The last word in lonesome is me. The last word in lonesome is me. My heart is as lonely as a heart can be lonely. The last word in lonesome is me. . Too bad what's happened to our good love.
I love your Mississippi, I love the way she flows. I love your Rocky Mountains for your gentle winds and snows. I love you California for your beauty girls and wine.
Got a letter just this mornin' it was postmarked Omaha. It was typed and neatly written offerin' me this better job. Better job at higher wages, expenses paid and a car.
She would meet me in the morning. On my way down to the river. Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree. With her feet already dusty. From the pathway to the levee.
I sell the morning papers sir,. My name is jimmy brown. Everybody knows that I|'m a newsboy of the town. . You will hear me yelling "morning star". As I run along the street.
Bottles flying, women crying. Ceiling sagging, 'bout to fall. Jason Fleming, chasing women. Pickin' fights with one and all. . Now Jason Fleming's quite a man.
It's a fig it's a pickle it's a fad. It's a four-door hoopee that my daddy once had. It's a chocolate clock with a chime. It's a miracle that you're mine.
Well, it takes all kinds to make a world. Big and little, men and women, boys and girls. And I'm the kinda guy hard luck sure gives a whirl. But I guess it takes all kinds to make a world.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah. A-well-a yeah yeah yeah yeah, it happened just that way. Well-a. . I was born in a boomer's shack. 'Bout that far from the railroad track.