(L.H. Redner). . O little town of Bethlehem how still we see thee lie. Above they deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in they dark streets shineth the everlasting light.
Well, I've been lucky but to travel this great land. From the mountains of Montana to Sarasota sands. Oh, what I life living my dream. I can say these eyes have seen so many thing..
There's a farmer in a wheat field. Praying for rain. There's a mother in mournin'. And a child that's in pain. There's suffering and hard times. When you're down on your luck.
(Gretchen Peters). . Baby, let's make a date for a night on the town. How does the turn of the century sound. I guarantee that we'll have a good time.
Words and Music by Teddy Gentry. . Drift off and dream in your paper-doll world.. Play with the presents from the boys and the girls.. You big day is over. The cake is all gone..
My nights belong to the sandman. 'Cause I sure like a dream. My morning's belong to the wild-woods. 'Cause I like to hear the birds sing. My soul belongs to heaven.
(Randy Owen - Teddy Gentry). . Drinkin' was forbidden in my christian country home. I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs. Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line.
(Ronald A. White/William Robinson, Jr.). . I've got sunshine. On a cloudy day. And when its cold outside girl. I've got the month of May. Oh, I guess you'd say.
Oh, play me some mountain music,. Like grandma and grandpa used to play.. Then I'll float on down the river. To a Cajun hideaway.. . Drift away like Tom Sawyer, ride a raft with ol' Huck Finn..
Flat-top guitar. Down around the campfire. You can smell that hickory burnin'. . Catfish fryin'. Onions got us cryin'. Hush puppies they're a turnin'.
Well, here it comes again. That old feelin' so strong. You came into my life. I won your love for a song. And when I see you in my mind baby. Think of the words you will say.
You go out on the town feelin' alright. Leavin' me here alone you're stayin' all night. You're good to me, do something sweet. Tonight you're back out on the street.
(Jeff Cook). . I don't mind the cold and rain where I'm waiting. I'm holding on to your mem'ry as tight as I can. And silver wings are bringing you back so I can hold you.
Alabama Christopher Cross. . When the last drop of rain has fallen. When the final note has drifted away. When the earth ceases to turn. And the last fire has burned.
The old cowboy sits around the camp fire. Talks about faith and talks about love. The greatest gift of all. . Love lifted me, love lifted me. When nothing else could help.
I once though of love as a prison. A place I didn't want to be.. So long ago, I made a decision. To be footloose and fancy-free.. But you came and I was so tempted.
Well you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow. Kick off your shoes and you throw them on the floor. Dance in the kitchen 'till the morning light.
There's a full moon risin'. Comin' up behind them cypress trees. Betty Jo ain't wearin' nothin' 'round her body. But a cool night breeze. . Her daddy warned me.
Well, you got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourselves. Nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourselves. . Now mother walked that lonesome valley.
You kiss me awake in the mornin'. Now what a way to start the day. With love notes that you leave me. Written in your own special way. You call me up for nothin'.