Nobody seems to care about you. With your tool case by the roadside. There beneath the power lines. Or the pallor of your skin. Paled beneath fluorescent lights.
They were the loving kind. She was black and he was white. In Virginia, nineteen fifty eight. They found love amongst the hate. . Well, the law said they could not wed.
Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin'. From up around the bend or it could be. The cry of your restless heart. For the love of your long lost friends.
Every prayer that I'm not praying. And every promise I'm betraying. Every price that I am paying. Is like a ghost inside of me. . And every road I could be taking.
He was a flyer for the air force. In a plane from San Antonio. I was traveling to London. He was going off to buffalo. . Changing planes in Pittsburgh.
Tequila after midnight drives loneliness away. Makes strangers all around you look familiar. And tequila after midnight makes you feel so warm. Makes you think you feel good when you don't.
(Gordon Lightfoot). . He was standing by the highway. With a sign that just said Mother. When he heard a driver coming. About a half a mile away. So he held the sign up higher.
Tell me how to keep your love. You know how I need your love. Tell me how you keep the love. Within your heart from me. . Don't you know that I love you?.
The name she gave was Caroline. Daughter of a miner. And her ways were free and it seemed to me. The sunshine walked beside her. . She came to Spencer, across the hill.
dear nanci. i am here. dear nanci. in your tappan oven. . burnt up like your cake. like your milk chocolate brownies. I am michael z.... in your tappan oven.
Should have known that you were gone back in Germany. You told me in the dark while I was sleeping. Then you slept through the sunrise as it washed across your face.
I'm sleepin' less in L.A.. Dreamin' of days yet to come. I don't care what you say. I know that those days will surely come. . And I'm wakin' and I'm callin'.
(Ian Tyson). . Never hit seventeen. When you play against the dealer. You know that the odds. Won't ride with you. And never leave your woman alone. With your friends around to steal her.
(By Eric Taylor). . As quiet as a street lamp. This is some kinda town. Whiskey go easy. When the sun goes down. My best to the midnight.... God, look at the moon.
You walked the line all your life. You never thought you'd have to change it. You're always there to give advice. You never thought you'd have to take it.
Well, I could use a little spin on a red brick floor. In that crazy ol' bar when Tim locks the door. Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna bend.
You come home late and you come home early. You come home big, when you're feelin' small. You come home straight and you come home curly. Sometimes you don't come home at all.
I'm sitting on a southbound train staring at the sky. I'm thinking of my childhood and I'm trying not to cry. While a stranger sleeps against me and it feels like I'm his wife.
Well it's that old time story of a new face to glory. Someone wanted my soul for their pride. What about the system of fools arranged for missing. Well, I can't lie, they all pass with time.
My daddy sent me on to Baton Rouge in 1969. He said our love was like a forest fire and he'd end it with a mind. So you rode with us to Temple, Texas where I did catch the train.