Memories of East Texas. And those piney green, rolling hills. Covered in the springtime. With golden daffodils. . Rowing on Sandy lake come April. Harvesting hay in June.
If she had it to do. All over again. It would be a photograph. She would have a wide grin. . But no, it was an artist. With a longing, loving style. So when the paint was dry.
Jump Jim Crow, jump Jim Crow. How do you do, you walk so slow. Like a little red rooster with one trick leg. Looks like you the one laying the egg. I don't know when but it'll be real soon.
If love was a train I think I would ride a slow one. One that would ride through the night making every stop. If love was a train I would feel no pain.
Almost caught me a coyote today. A lowdown skunk of a dog I say. I fired my gun as he slunk away. But he'll be back again. . It ain't been easy since my husband died.
Frankie was a good woman. Everybody knows. She gave her man Johnny a hundred dollar bill. Just to buy one suit of clothes. . Frankie went down to the barroom.
Down at the Cold War Institute. They were signing new recruits. He went down to the station in his three piece suit. . Now she had cried for him to stay.
Lay down your burdens. Lay down your cares. The Holy Virgin. She's gonna greet you up there. . With a big can of spray paint. With a big blank wall. And I can guaran-damn tee ya.
God is a real estate developer. With offices around the nation. They say one day he'll liquidate. His holdings up on high. I say it's all speculation.
Try and forget it yet it keeps you awake. Live to regret it when the fever breaks. Lighting up a cigarette even the slow hand shakes. But it's a cold sweat when the fever breaks.
This boy named Eddie used to set the fields on fire. He's the only one I know who dared to name his desire. In a county where the dairy men all had milking machines.
Sybil sits in a rocking chair. Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares. Sound of a fiddle floating through the air. . From the Jones boy across the holler.
Kicked in his door at 5 A.M.. "I've come for my bike" I told the repo man. My 920's gonna take me far today. You can travel for miles and never leave L.A..
I know it's cold comfort. They found him a guilty man. But it don't feel like justice. And it wasn't a first offense. . Heavy drink was on his breath.
Can you tell me what happened to the blossom. Blackberry blossom when the summertime came?. The blackberry blossom, oh the last time I saw one. Was down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring.
Time is red. Time is deadly. Time under glass. Time will tell. . The tale of the widow. Who walks her web. Mourning the night. Mourning the dead. . Did you lose him to a broom.
Im getting tired of this guessing game. Im tired of playing by rules that are subject to change. You've been out on that fence so long. >From where I stand I cant tell what side you're on.
Did you know when you holding me. by that fire in jackson hole. that you were gonna let me go. Did you know when we were flying home. I was fallin hard for you.
Hey farmer, you been livin' here all your life, not yet. Hey farmer, where does this road go?. Been livin' here all my life, it ain't gone nowhere yet.
you used to make me crazy. i used to drive you wild. we havent seen the sun come up. together in a while. theres still a little fire. but it aint worth fighting for.