Any girl who hangs out in a honky tonk who smokes my cigarettes and drinks my wine. Some call her a bad girl but to me she means the world. Cause she's holding these lonely hands of mine.
(If you're leaving in the morning don't wake me up to say goodbye. I'll be dreaming back of you or so back to our first hello. And don't want to wake up just to cry).
Oh boy that's where my money goes. I've got a gal in Monroeville she won't dance but her sister will. Oh boy that's where my money goes. And I've got a gal out in Florida she won't swing but the show will sway.
Maybe tomorrow I won't come home maybe you won't even care. At seven you'll throw a kiss toward the door and smile at my empty chair. For there's nothing here for a man to cling to nothing to keep me at home.
TEN THOUSAND DRUMS. (Mel Tillis - Carl Smith). '52 Cedarwood Publishing. . Waitin' waitin' for the redcoats to come. But all I hear in my frozen ears is ten thousand drums.
Take my hand and walk with me. Along life's road in harmony. My body's warm my heart is free. Take my hand and walk with me. . Take the love I offer you.
You're the sweetest mistake I ever made. I've heard it said your life is strewn with broken hearts. Of fools like me who make mistakes and aren't very smart.
I slipped out of the house about sundown while mama was a washing her hair. And you can bet your bottom dollar she'll come looking for me. When she finds that I'm not there.
Standing alone at an old country crossroad. Wondering which way will lead me to home. Ever so weary from chasing a dream. Thinking of Mary sweet Mary and the miles in between.
Infant turtles racing to the sea seagulls screeching crying hungr'ly. Twisting kicking jerking in their craws oh wonder why God made these kind of laws.
Stomp, stomp them grapes and make that wine. Put it in a bottle, boys, and ship it on down the line. . Well, I got up this morning and made it downtown.
Well the Japany's moon is bright tonight and Tokio is full of life. Busy people everywhere but busy people just don't care. I wanna go stateside oh Lord I wanna go stateside.
STAND BESIDE ME BEHIND ME. WITH SHERRY BRYCE. (Paul Craft). '71 Acuff-Rose Music. . Stand beside me behind me so loneliness can't find me. I need your love to make it from now on.
Sometimes my soul gets weary and my mind begins to wonder. And like that old train 'The Hummingbird' it goes to Alabama. They say home is where the heart is and mine is down in Dixie.
They say my tears come from the bottle that stands beside me all the time. But I wonder if they know the sorrow that always overtakes the wine. I drink to find forgetful valleys where I can leave old memories behind.
Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track. Mama was a drifter daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo son.
I've been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces. I've crossed a lot of bridges and I've even branded through. But when I look behind me the only thing that blinds me.
Grab you stuff and let's go;. it's Saturday night,. time to bowl!. Put the pins in a row;. I'll bowl a strike,. before I get old!. Two a.m. down at the alley,.
Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair. From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere.
Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill. Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy. Never saw a dollar bill. . Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill.