BLUE SKIRT WALTZ. Writers Mitchell Parish, Vaclav Blaha, R.S. Dvorsky. . I wandered alone one night, till I heard and orchestra play I met you where lights were bright, and people were care-free and gay You were the beautiful lady in blue, I was in heaven just waltzing with you You thrilled me with strange delight, then softly you stole away Chorus: I dream of that night with you, Lady when first we met We danced in a world of blue, How can my heart forget Blue were the skies, and blue were your eyes, just like the blue skirt you wore Come back blue lady, come back, Don't be blue any more.
I'll have a blue Christmas without you. I'll be so blue just thinking about you. Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree. Won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me.
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank. That's staked out nigh three hundred claims and every one a blank. That's followed every fool stampede and seen the rise and fall.
When I was young and went to school they taught me how to write. To take the chalk and make a mark and hope it turns out right. Well, that's the way it is with love and what you did to me.
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie. Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die. Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. Writer Kenny O'Dell. . My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me CHORUS: And when we get behind closed doors Then she lets her hair hang down And she makes me glad I'm a man Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. My, behind closed doors. My baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smile She's never too far away or too tired to say "I want you" She's always a lady, just like a lady should be But when they turn out the lights, she's still a baby to me. Repeat chorus.
Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my row. Some folks say I'm just a no good guy. But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars.
I've traveled this whole world over and now I'm goin' down to the rainbow's end. From twilight till dawn trudging on and on on my way to the rainbow's end.
There's a garden, what a garden. Only happy faces bloom there. And there's never any room there. For a worry or a gloom there. . Oh, there's music and there's dancing.
I talked with a stranger so sad and forlorn. His garments were sack cloth all tattered and town. He told me a story of sorrow and woe. His heart went to heaven at the first fall of snow.
BE MY LIFE'S COMPANION. Writers Milton DeLugg, Bob Hilliard. . Want no silver threads among the gold. Want no silver threads among the gold. Want no silver threads; want some action instead. Want no silver threads among the gold. Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old. I'll love you so much that you'll never grow old. When there's joy in living, you just never grow old. You've got to stay young, 'cause you'll never grow old. People who are lonely are old at 33. Don't let it happen to you; don't let it happen to me. Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old. You'll never grow old, no, you'll never grow old. Love and youth and happiness are yours to have and hold. Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old. I know a man who's lonely, and he's old at 33. No one wants to be old at 33. Your disposition sours like a lemon on a tree. Don't let it happen to you, and don't let it happen to me. Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old. Yes, I'll love you so much that you'll never grow old. Love and youth and happiness are yours to have and hold. Be my life's companion, be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old..
Any old time, you want to come back home. Drop me a line, and say no more you'll roam. You had your chance to play the game fair. When you left me, sweetheart.
I'm writing this answer to the Galveston Rose. The answer to a sad, broken heart. My whole world, it crumbled when I read your last note. Saying, that we forever must part.
BACK STREET AFFAIR. (Billy Wallace - Jimmy Rule). '52 Forrest Hills Music. . You didn't know I wasn't free when you fell in love with me. And with all your young heart you learned to care.
Written and recorded by Hank Snow. . (spoken). Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time. since I last rode down this old trail. How ya all anyhow?.
Baby I need lovin' in any kind of way. I need a warm sweet angel to let me have my way. Baby I need lovin' that's all that's on my mind. Tender arms above me to squeeze me all the time.
AT THE RAINBOW'S END. (Bob Nolan). '52 Unichappell Music. . I've traveled this whole world over and now I'm going down to the rainbow's end. No friends no home I'm just a traveling alone on my way to the rainbow's end.
I was a stranger passing through your town. I was a stranger passing through your town. Well I asked you a favor good gal you turned me down. You may see me out a walking walking down that railroad track.
ANYBODY'S GIRL. Writers Hank Thompson, Billy Gray. . Where there's dim lights and there's liqueur, they'll find you each night. The jukebox will be playing your favorite song tonight.
There's nothing left for me. Of days that used to be. I live in memory. Among my souvenirs. . Some letters tied with blue. A photograph or two. I see a rose from you.