About the time I put myself in fairly decent shape there you are again. About the time I go to bed and finally fall asleep there you are again. About the tim that I stop seeing your face everywhere and I think that I may live again.
I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my load. When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road. I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink slip.
When I see the water come and clear beside a shore. When all the guns are silent and the sky is clear once more. When the bugles fill the air with victory's swet song.
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.
Up in the morning out to the fields I work like a devil for my pay. But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day. Well I fuss with my woman and I toil for my kids I sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray.
Good evening friend hey you're lookin' good I'm happy about your prosperity. But before you ask how I'm a gettin' along well I'm down on my luck temporarily.
The talk of the town was a secret to me I was the last one to see. It's funny how blind a heart in love can be. Yes the talk of the town was a secret to me.
Headin' back to sugerland U.S.A.. I been so lonesome ever since I went away. This time, I'm a going back to stay. With my sugar in sugerland U.S.A.. .
Life is looking up again she's back where she belongs. And my old heart is on the man she was gone so long. From loneliness to happiness my life I rearrange.
Kinda tricky when she's caught in a trap by me. Kinda dumb in a smart little way like she can be. Those cry a little laugh a little moods that fit her to a T.
You're caught in a trouble you mangy pup. Now how you gonna brag about a bad bringin' up. Your pappy was a hound dog son of a gun. You know what they say about a father and son.
There's nothing left but burning memories. And that flame just won't flare up inside of me. Although you're gone I see you everywhere. So I keep stirring up the embers of an old love affair.
Now I got a story it's true as can be it's about a guy the guy is me. Wake up in the morning it's always I must I gotta catch the six o'clock bus. I grab my hat and my steel toed shoes.
Speed traps and weight stations and detour signs. Are standin' between me and that baby o'mine. Well I'm two ton over fifty miles from that stateline.
Somewhere somewhere somewhere. I heard that they're all curvy and that the girls in Jersey are just fine. And that the girls in Philly well now they're really kind of chilly but refined.
Recorded by Ernest Tubb. Written by Sgt. Henry Stewart and Ernest Tubb. . When the postman delivered a letter. It filled her dear heart full of joy. But she didn't know til she read the inside.
Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man. They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand.
Seems I always have to slip around to be with you my dear. Slippin' around afraid we'd might be found. I know I can't forget you and I've got to have you near.
I never said anything cause I was just too proud. But now that I'm looking again, it's all I think about. See I should have told you, but I kept it all inside yeah.
Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat. I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little tune wherever I go.