I can't get richI can't make a living. But I sure do something for the neighborhood women. I wake up every morning with a knocking at my door. You can't keep 'em waiting when they're yelling for more.
Let me show you where I stop today. Had my doubts, packed my clothes, I was on my way. Right here on this spot was as far as I got. And I couldn't make it from here on out.
I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch. When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun. Any fool knows you'll never get rich. When you're down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun.
We're gather in this room today to say our last goodbyes. Friends and kinfolks stayed away, it's down to you and I. It's just a simple service and much too late to say.
Woke up this morning all alone. I turned over and you were gone. Pulled the shade and looked down the drive. And you were gone in my 65. All that's left in the 'fridgerator.
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car. But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar. I know how to work and how to have fun. I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun.
He plays guitar at a hotel bar. For out-of-towners and business men. He struts and sings to his drum machine. But he won't make it big at the Holiday Inn.
Well, the whole thing started at the dawn of man. He was sittin' on a rock with a club in his hand. The very first time he laid eyes on her. She was dressed to kill in a saber-tooth fur.
The siren on the street outside, didn't even turn your head. It couldn't cut the silence between us in this bed. You're staring at your wall and I'm staring at mine.
I could barely breathe when you told me goodbye. Thought my knees would go as you walked down the drive. It was I could do to hold back the tears. I whispered "I love you" guess you didn't hear.
I just cant remember when he started slipping. From that strong, gentle giant he used to be. But now he takes forever just to walk down to the mailbox.
Up and down the street tonight. There's a Santa Claus at every light. Trees for sale on the corner lot. Waiting for a home. . Everywhere across the land.
You just had to call and tell me there's another. You must love to hear a grown man cry and suffer. Tell me when this pain will end, I can't take too much.
Been one tough week, dead on my feet. But I've made plans for tonight. When I'm feeling blue, know just what to do. How to make it right. . Seems like I've needed this forever.
She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time. Like a broken field runner slippin' through the line. He likes the way she looks so he calls the little wife says.
He said, "I grew up near Wichita. In a Mayberry kind of town". He never liked overalls. Or haulin' hay till sundown. . He said, "He dreamed about L.A..
I woke up at 5 A.M.. Hearing your voice again. But it was just the TV. Coming from the other room. . Your half empty coffee cup. Is sitting right where it was.
You can spread your wings and fly. You can try to go so high in the sky. That you'll never come down. You can follow every dream. But when it seems everything you believe.
Hey, ooh. . Here goes another day, a hug and a kiss. And we're on our way. A cup of coffee for the road. Baby, I can't wait to get back home. . We juggle all our hopes dreams.
Over the ground, lies a mantel of white. A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night. Two hearts that are thrillin'. Inspite of the chilly weather.