Millworker houses lined up in a row. Another southern sunday's morning glow. Beneath the steeple all the people had begun. Shaking hands with the man who grips the gospel gun.
Take your cold hands off my neck. I'm seeing stars again. The lies you spoke only brought the truth. Holding me down.. . Speak what you may. It doesn't change the fact.
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Thousand miles. Of lonesome highway. Drinking gallons of coffee in a little cafe. Brought me here, and it's so good to find there's someone who's got.
She? s a beauty, the kind of beauty make-up can? t create. 'Cause it starts within her heart and flows throughout her soul. With a genuine reflection on her face.
Flashing headlights, rainy midnights. Highballing 'round Baltimore. Rear view mirror, I'm jamming gears. I can almost see her waiting at the door. So I'm hugging that line with my pedal.
After work, me and the boys. Go down to Killey's and we make some noise. Feed that old jukebox and play some air guitar. . Well and there's nothin' wrong with shootin' pool.
She use to sit there by the window. Worrying half to death waiting for my car. Not knowing if or when I'd come home. And when I finally would. She'd be right there at the door.
Oh, I've been called a rambler, I? ve been called a rogue. A lonesome highway traveler, always on the road. I've felt the sting of the winter wind, turned my collar to the cold.
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Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck. Ya' better be ready 'cause I'm pickin' you up. With a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a' luck. We'll run out outta gas and maybe get stuck.
There? s only one kind of woman I like, there? s only one kind of woman I like. When she comes along I'm gonna love her for the rest of my life. There? s only one kind of girl of my dreams.
Me and Jimmy Crowder and a single cigarette. Crouched down in a stall out in the barn. Three puffs later we were sick as we could get. Prayin' we'd get better before we got home.
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On the ropes and I? m going down swinging. A thread of hope, but I? m still hanging on. As the distance in between us grows. And your silence feels like cuts and blows.
Well, he saw it on t.v. And ordered that video. He learned every step at home. And never told a soul. When I saw him out there the very first time, I knew.
Natalie Wood gave her heart to James Dean. High school rebel and a teenage queen. Standing together in an angry world. One boy fighting for one girl. .
WE GOT MARRIED ONE AFTERNOON IN MAY. NEVER DID SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY... ON OUR HONEYMOON. WE DIDN'T HAVE MUCH WHEN WE STARTED OUT. YOUR GRANDMA'S BED AND A THREE ROOM HOUSE... BUT WE MADE DO.
Natalie Wood gave her heart to James Dean. High school rebel and a teenage queen. Standing together in an angry world. One boy fighting for one girl. .
hey mister I'm a workin' man sign says that you need. one I ain't to proud to say ''nothin' I'd wanna do. ''hey mister I need this job 'cause there's a lady.