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Sometimes I feel like I'm getting kinda low. Thoughts that I'm thinkin' are the reason. So I try to remember without talkin' to myself. Things that I said or maybe things that I felt about you.
Well, T for Texas, T for Tennessee. T for Texas, T for Tennessee. T for Thelma, the gal that made a wreck out of me. . If you dont want me mama, you sure dont have to stall, oh no.
When the time is upon us. To believe in what we are. You can leave the past behind us. 'Cause it's gone. And the risin' wind of freedom. That blows stronger from the south.
(Jessi Colter w/Waylon Jennings). . We're caught in a trap. I can't walk out. Because I love you too much baby. Why can't you see. What you're doing to me.
I don't feel like I'm at home. In the morning all alone. Trying hard to do the things I know I should. When the night time closes in. And the loneliness begins.
(verse 1). storm is over come with rage,. I slowly turned another page,. deeper into love I seem to go.. the stories filled with scattered lies,. broken hearts in paradise,.
I've been seeing all the things you've been leaving. Drying tears from your eyes. I just can't see what could make you this way. It's not me I keep praying.
All your ol' stations are being torn down and the high flying trains no longer roar. The floors're all sagging with boards at a suffering from not being used anymore.
Put another log on the fire.. Cook me up some bacon and some beans.. And go out to the car and change the tyre.. Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans..
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There's a road in Oklahoma. Straigher than a preacher, longer than a memory. And it goes forever onward. It's been a good teacher for a lot of country boys like me.
(Waylon Jennings). . I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy,. Lovin' the cowboy ways.. Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes,. I burned up my childhood days..
Walkin' with the ghost's of yesterday. Through the streets of my hometown. Dusty old papers and memories. Like tumbleweeds blowin' around. Nothin' but boarded up windows and locks on every door.
Skyscrapers rising like old faded tombstones,. Streets are colder than a dead man's bones. Wind is whistling through a forest of street lights,. Cars are flying by like riders in the night.
It's been rough and rocky travelin',. But I'm finally standin' upright on the ground.. After takin' several readings,. I'm surprised to find my mind`s still fairly sound..
I was born in the Southland. Grew up a rollin' stone. Workin' all day and night for weeks. Was a-livin' it all alone. I got no friends to call my own.
The fog rolls in the morning. And I can hardly find my way. Along to where the heart is. Words can't begin to say. Enough about the gentle way. You always take me in.
I'm proud to be a part of something. That started long ago. A southern band of brothers. Bound together by the road. They came from Florida, Georgia, Carolina, Tennessee.
Im looking for blue eyes. Has anyone seen him. Dont you tell me. He gave up on me. Im looking for blue eyes. Ive got to find him. Cause something tells me.