[ Nat ]. So many things to see in this old world but all I can see is you. [ Connie ]. In a crowded subway train walkiin' in the country rain you're there with me too.
Today I started loving you again now I'm right back where I've really always been. I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend. Then today I started loving you again.
He said there's no future back here in these hills. His mind grew so restless he couldn't be still. Though I knew I might lose him and all I dreamed of.
On the tiny blue transistor radio. . He bought it for my birthday just one short year ago. This tiny blue transistor radio, radio, radio. We stayed out late and listened to the music soft and low.
TILL I KISSED YOU. Writer Don Everly. . Never felt like this until I kissed you. How did I exist until I kissed you. Never had you on my mind. Now you're there all the time.
TIE A YELLOW RIBBON 'ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE. Writers L. Russell Brown, Irwin Levine. . I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know just what to do If you still want me If you still want me CHORUS: Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree It's been three long years Do ya still want me? (still want me) If I don't see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree I'll stay on the bus Forget about us Put the blame on me If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree Bus driver, please look for me 'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see I'm really still in prison And my love, she holds the key A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free I wrote and told her please CHORUS Now the whole damned bus is cheerin' And I can't believe I see A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the ole oak tree I'm comin' home, mmm, mmm (Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree) (Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree) (Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree) FADE (Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree) (Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree) (Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree).
Many shoes have taken steps across the treshold. But no shoes were ever crowder than his. On the day he carried me across the treshold. And gave his brand new bride a wedding kiss.
THINK I'LL GO SOMEWHERE AND CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP. (Bill Anderson). '65 Moss Rose Publications. . I just kissed the one I love for the last time never has his soft lips felt so sweet.
That sad song on the radio didn't help at all. I've listened for the phone so long but you're not gonna call. I never knew an hour could seem so much like a day.
THERE'LL NEVER BE ANOTHER FOR ME. Writers England Dan Seals, John Ford Coley. . There'll never be another for me, never be, never be. There'll never be another for me, never be, never be.
There goes my everything. . I hear footsteps slowly walkin'. As they gently walk across a lonely floor. And a voice is softly sayin'. "Darling, this will be goodbye forever more".
You can't see a mem'ry of love trhat's untrue hear a tearfall or a heart break in two. You can't draw on paper the picture of pain. There are some things you just can't explain.
In your haste you left and said you'd be returnin'. In my sorrow I forgot to ask you when. In my lonely room I sit and count the hours. Every minute hoping I'll look up and you'll come walkin' in.
THE WONDERS YOU PERFORM. Writer Jerry Chesnut. Copyright 1970. . Oh Lord, you know that I'm not one to bother you with little thi-ings. And you and I have never been too-oo close.
THE WAYWARD WIND. Writers Herb Newman, Stan Lebowsky. . (Chorus). Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And he was born the next of kin.
I just heard, the song we fell in love to. And my heart began to smile, the way it smiles. Each time, I hear, the song we fell in love to. It's a message from the past, that our love will always last.
THE KEY'S IN THE MAILBOX. (Harlan Howard). '60 Fort Knox Music. . Oh jealous me and careless you the odds were just too great. I couldn't take those lonely nights you made me sit and wait.
THE CALL. (Cy Coben). '69 Delmore Music. . How does a homing pigeon know his way back home alone to Ruth. A Ruth that he has never ever flown. Is it because his mate is waiting there that makes him beat his golden wings.
All night long I've laid awake and stared out into space. I've closed my eyes but all I see is a picture of your face. And on my lips remains the sweet sweet taste of your last kiss.
The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone. You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong. You go to bed each night and pray you'll never see the dawn.