Sam stone came home,. to the wife and family. after serving in the conflict overseas.. and the time that he served,. had shattered all his nerves,. and left a little shrapnel in his knees..
Sailin' around, Sailin' around, Sailin' around,. I've been out sailin' around again. I've been sailin' around. But I can't get back to you. . Hangin' around, Hangin' around, Hangin' around.
You got everything that a girl should grow. I'm so afraid to kiss you I might lose control. You can hold me tighter but turn loose of my gun. It's a sentimental present all the way from Saigon.
Well, he never got too lonely. And he never got too sad. But he never got too happy. And that's what's just too bad. . He never reached much further. Than his lonely arms would go.
I wish, I hope, I wonder. Where you're at sometimes. Is your back against the wall?. Or just across the line. Have you been standing in the rain. Reciting nursery rhymes?.
The movie wasn't really doing so hot. Said the new producer to the old big shot. Its dying on the edge of the great midwest. Sabu must tour or forever rest..
Station was empty. Trains were all gone. I reached in my pocket. Waited for dawn. . The clock played drums. And I hummed the sax. And the wind whistled down.
I don't want your big french fry. I don't want your car. I don't want to buy no soap. From no washed-up movie star. You are so much louder. Than the show i wanna hear.
Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand. I don't talk much I'm a quiet man. Beauty and silence both run deep. And I'm running like crazy while you are asleep.
I got a friend in Fremont, He sells used cars, ya know.. Well, he calls me up twice a year. Just ask me how'd it go. Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain.
Woke up this morning. Put on my slippers. Walked in the kitchen and died. And oh what a feeling!. When my soul. Went thru the ceiling. And on up into heaven I did ride.
A young man from a small town. With a very large imagination. Lay alone in his room with his radio on. Looking for another station. When the static from the mouthpiece.
People who are sad - sometimes they wear a frown. And people who are kings - sometimes they wear a crown. But all the people who don't fit. Get the only fun they get.
When I was a child my family would travel. Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born. And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered.
Barley malts and does eat oats and little girls are lively. And your liveliness has left me in a brew. So I'm sitting here just drinking beer. Cause there's nothing else to do..
Forty-five minutes. Fifty-five cents. Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence. Singing, hey brother. Look what we got for you. We're gonna rope off an area.
Why must you always seem to criticize me?. I seems like everything I do just turns out wrong. Why don't you come on out and despise me. So I could pack my bag and baby I'd be gone?.
You may live alone. And close your eyes some folks do. You may dream a dream. That's twice your size all night through. When the morning comes, who's to tell.
I know that you're sad. I know that you're lonely. You lie awake 'till way past when. I want you to know. That I'm leaving you only. 'Cause I might not get the chance again.
The rain came down. On the tin roof. Hardly. A sound was left. From the birthday party. The kitchen light. Fell asleep. On the bedroom floor. Me and her were talking softer.