It's so still I can't hear the pages that fall as I look through my yearbook again. And I know I'll cry at the picture I see teardrops on page forty-three.
From the seed of a lifetime to the harvest years. A girl knows the bitter and sweet taste of tears. The first love was a green love it was free and sincere.
Oh GOD I feel so worthless approaching YOUR great throne. . But there somebody on your right who told me I could come. . HE's your son and he assured me that you let me in.
Sippin' Shirley Thompson is a gas. Anytime you see her you can always count on Shirley for a glass. She knows more words with just four letters than the dictionary ever had.
When I am gone sing for me no sad songs plant no flowers at my head. Feed the green grass that coveres me or a dew drop wet. And I hope you'll remember even if I forget.
We saw a sign Welcome Satan Place when we moved to town that day. And rows of little white homes that looked like castles all along the way. But after livin' there a while we found it wasn't what we thought at all.
I was born a way back in the hills. In a shack the oldest child of ten. On one hot and sultry day. Mama got sick and passed away. Givin' birth to baby brother Ben.
There are the roses and there are the thorns. There's a time for happiness and there's a time to mourn. There's a time to love then when love is faded and worn.
I keep the books at the country courthouse. And answer phones of every kind from coast to coast. Help keep the astronauts in space with complicated formules.
The teacher said it's time to think about the annual play. To be put on next month and sponsored by the PTA. Most of you have seen the script and now the question is.
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee. We don't take our trips on LSD. We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street. 'Cause we like a living right and being free.
Oh singer, sing me an old song yeah. Oh singer, sing me an old song. Sing me an old song about cotton bales. . Tell me how the good earth feels. Down in the high white cotton, yeah.
The train whistle blew for Coal Road Crossin' in a few more minutes we'll pull into town. I'll have to face the folks who'll come to meet us. I'll try to keep the tears from fallin' down.
While looking through an old scrapbook of mine. I let the pages take me back through time. Just an old scrapbook yellowed with age. But a million old mem'ries still live on each page.
He's gotta shine kind of a smile. And when he smiles at me I collect all warm inside. Yes he's got me right where he wants me. And I wouldn't trade him for the King of Siam.
Mr Harper (what do you want) I feel sorry for you (oh yeah). Cause I understand the reason you drink and think what you do. Mr Harper (what) your woman is weak (oh yeah).
If you could read my mind, love. What a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old time movie. 'Bout a ghost from a wishing well. . In a cast the dark or a fortress strong.
He was just every day plain as water or a piece of clay. Why did I let him stay I love him. Early morning the paper came he would run out in the rain.
We were dancin' and he led just like you used to. He squeezed my hand and he teased me just like you used to. And so close to my lips the words came. That I almost yes I almost called your name.
Take the ribbon from my hair. Shake it loose and let it fall. Laying soft against your skin. Like the shadows on the wall. . Come and lay down by my side.