There's no way back cause we've come too far. We'll watch the last bridge burn in a midnight fire. Any thought of saying good night was lost when we closed the door.
I know I've made, mistakes before. I guess that I'll make u fell more. Cause nobody is perfect. And I let explained that way. And baby, you're just the bad mistake I've made.
Words & Music by. Ed Bruce, Donnie Blanz & Judith Bruce. . You don't see him much on the big screen anymore. Kids don't ride along with Roy or Gene. That ain't really him with all those feathers in his hat.
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Lord, put your hand to the handle of my hoe. Let me make another step, help me go another row. Even know I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar. For my wife and kids, living over in the holler.
If I could find the strenght I need to do the thing I should. I just walk on out that door be rid of you for good. But a man ain't always strong enough to tell himself that he's been wrong.
We don't dance the two-step anymore. All we need's a small part of the floor. The band can go on playing almost anything it wants. When you fall in love every thing's a waltz.
I stole her from Emmett Fry, and now what's done is done.. Like any man I'm afraid to die, but I'm hurt too bad to run.. I ran with her to Walker's Woods with him close on my heels;.
I walked into a tavern to have a drink and kill some time. A little boy approached me with tears in his eyes. He wasn't more that five or six but he stood like a man.
This old hat's hung on the bedpost too long. Forgotten like some used to be remembered like a song. Where all the words are so easy to recall. Hmm, this old hat.