Ridin' twenty miles on a midnight train.. Just to go fishin' in the pourin' rain.. Take along your baby, just 'cause you're in love.. Fishin' and lovin': I can't get enough..
I have seen the horror. I have seen its face, New York. I have seen the terror. The fanatics unleashed the force of hate. The curse of hate. . We are earth children.
Nobody is really save. Nobody is really brave. No one is really kind. The evil always hides inside. . We are nocturnal beings. We own sinister feelings.
Marty: Many things have been said, I've heard and I've read. About Maybelle, Mother Maybelle. A sweet Virginia kind of girl, who's known all around this world.
Open your eyes and realise. Life isn't what it seems to be. Open your ears and hear. Promises are just hollow words. Open your mind to understand. Your own advantage is your only friend.
Written by Merle Haggard. . Mirrors don't lie, a mirror won't lie. So don't be lookin' if you can't stand to see. Mirrors don't lie, a mirror won't lie.
I live an ordinary life they say. But behind the disguise I am a broken man. My desires are deviant I fell in love with a girl too young for me. I can't stand this immoral desire.
Written by Joe Ely. . Me and Billy the Kid never got along. I didn't like the way he cocked his head and he wore his gun all wrong. We had the same girlfriend and he never forgot it.
Have you ever had the strange feeling. Someone's watching you?. Did you ever wonder. Why you are acting like a stupid fool. . A force that hides in the shadows.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Last night I dreamed I went to Hillbilly Heaven, oh what a beautiful sight. St. Peter come up to me and he said "now Marty who do you want to see".
Written by Keith Stegall and Charlie Craig. . Matches, I need some matches. 'Cause I've still got one old bridge I need to burn. Teacher, I need a teacher.
SLOWLY THE SEASONS CHANGE. SLOWLY LIFE IS GETTING STRANGE. ALL COLOURS TURN TO GREY NOTHING MATTERS ANYWAY. MY DREARY LIFE MAKES ME SCARED. WHY AM I TOO TIRED TO FIGHT AGAINST IT.
We stand here proud and strong. On our way to the top. But we don't stand alone. 'cause there's you and your support. . It's fire and ice it's your only request.
From the Fairbanks of Alaska. Through the Rockies I did run. Down the trail from Appalachia. . Hiding from a long-armed lawman's gun. Stowed away in San Francisco.
It began in the summer of grief. As the sovereigns decided to subpress. Our women and children they were bleeding. And our homeland was twisting in agony.
Written by Marty Stuart. . I didn't know that she was married. That part she didn't tell. Forget this town, ain't hangin' around. Love can go to ........
In the haze I see me. In the maze I search for me. There are just traces of me. (There are just traces). In the haze I see me. . A trip to mind. To the source of fright.
Well, my old man had a heart of gold. He had eyes of steel and a real deep soul. He was a quiet man, he never said too much. But when he did, you'd better listen up.