Night is fallin' on this honky tonk city. country music spliin' out on the street. sure can sound good to a hard workin' man. at the end of a hard workin' week.
Night is fallin' on this honky tonk city. Country music spliin' out on the street. Sure can sound good to a hard workin' man. At the end of a hard workin' week.
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City. And I dreamed about those cottonfields back home. I dreamed about my mama, dear old papa, sister and brother.
I got walls around my soul,. Walls around my heart,. Walls around these walls,. I've built a prison in the dark.. . A fortress full of trouble,. It's a monument of pride,.
You know everyday I walk down memory lane. Trying to find a way past the same old pain. Ah but now the message is loud and it's clear. You know there ain't no way to get there from here.
Well, I see the world thru an unusual lens. A little nutty if you ask my friends. I probably bought my shrink a Mercedes Benz. But its paying off now.
Come on and sing girls, sing boys. Sing a happy song. Come on and sing girls, sing boys. This old world may not last long. . Most everybody doing too much fighting.
Well I said, he had a lot of potential. He was only misunderstood. You know, he didnt really mean to treat me so bad. He wanted to be good. . And I swore one day I would tame him.
Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky. Sweet seventeen with a faraway look in her eyes. . She said, "I feel like a bird in a cage. Come September Im flying away".
Tonight I'm burning old love letters. Photographs and memories of you. Hoping somehow I'll feel better. And when the smoke is gone I won't want you. .
Her lips and her dress. They're both ruby red. She thinks that's how you hide. The pain you feel inside. . And she comes out every night. To soak-up the neon light.
Now Betty was your average ordinary girl. Never wanted very much out of this world. Just an occasional dinner and twirl, from a regular guy. . So Betty sat up one lonely night.
Whos that knockin' in the middle of the night. With a hand full of flowers to make it all right. If youre thinkin', Ill forgive you one more time. I aint that lonely and love aint that blind.
We can talk and talk all night. If you want to that's all right. Till I've heard every word you've got to say. Go ahead and take your time. If you've got something on your mind.
You come banging on my screen door. Begging me to let you in. All I got to say is, "Honey where you've been?". This time I think it's you that's surrenderin'.
She'll turn thirty-four this weekend. She'll go out with her girlfriends. They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on. There'll be guys and there'll be come ons.
Have you ever seen a wild magnolia. There's only one place it grows. On the shady banks of the Tennessee River. Sheltered, untouched and alone. . There's a place in my heart where nobody has been.
In the after hours. Slowly shifting down. Last call is over. The sign is turned around. . The chairs are on the tables. The drinks are on the house. The talk is on the level.
There's a tomcat in the alley scarin' up a fight. There's a mother softly kissing her little one goodnight. There's peace and then there's chaos, reality and dreams.
People talkin', think I'm alright. Think I'm doin' fine. Goin' through the motioms of my life. Go to work now, every mornin'. Yeah, I play the part. Hide away the contents of my solemn heart.