Death sweeps, across this place. Tombstones, for eyes replaced (replaced). Lost time, unforgiving. Loathing for living. . (One glance). Feel eyes fall (left behind).
It's a long, long way to the top of the world of love. We've been climbing but we didn't climb high enough. You told me that you loved me but not enough to change your name.
don't give in to.... .... turn your thoughts away. from what people say. it's time to go against. go against the flow. don't put on a show. . stand for what's right.
Well, I was born for Saturday night. Looking for trouble and ready to fight. I was made to be wild and free. Where it's loud and bright, that's where I'll be.
I endure these ruptured thoughts. Heartsick forlorn. Waiting for the sin to rot. Decayed and torn. Walking down this path again. Will your heart ever mend.
Well, every evening when the news is over. And the moon is a climbing high. I crank up my old pickup trick. And baby, down the road I fly. . Just to find a spot down in the parking lot.
Burnt Memories.. Porcelain like an infants eyes. Glowing like a face on fire. Singing this lullaby. Painting a fatal goobye, fatal goodbye. . And we're bleeding colors of grey.
Written by Marty Stuart. . When I was a baby, my sweet momma told me. Go around this world and see all that you can see. Find a good woman, get a job and settle down.
Lost in darkness. Like a shadow there I was. Always searching for tomorrow yet to come. Never thought I would see again. See the light shine upon me. .
Ah Henry, you sure bought that whole James Dean thing. Right down to the end. Drinking beer, banging gears. On the outside looking in. . It was a desperate time on small town stage.
Never gets quite dark this time of year. Still the nights seem so lightless when you're not here. Lost all my feelings and lost my last fear. Lost all my heart and soul to you, dear.
Maybe one day in a place without time, without space. I can look back and see that I am finally whole. Dying to undo the moment when all fell apart. Trying to fade out what's real it's not for a life.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains. Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain. A silent society moves out in the night.
So many darkened days have passed. So many lonely nights I've had to last. Distance to light and happiness. Feels infinite, I couldn't joy in this less.
It comes from Mississippi, and down in Alabam. Creepin' like a fever all across the land. From deep in the Delta on the Louisiana shore. The people got to have it, they wanna hear some more.
As I look at the valleys down below. They are green just as far as I can see. As my memories return, oh how my heart did yearn. For you and the days that used to be.
Hey porter, hey porter, would you tell me the time?. How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line?. When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell?.
Written by Marty Stuart and Paul Kennerley. . Hey baby, don't you cry. I'm gonna wipe those little teardrops dry. Hey baby, don't be sad. I know he hurt you but it ain't so bad.
Written by Marty Stuart and Rivers Rutherford. . Dreamed aboutcha last night baby. Well you were lookin' for your man. And my heart said I had to tell you.
I ain't afraid of your bad mouth gun. You can shoot and run any time, babe. I'll survive in the ice cold stare. That you learned to wear so unkindly. .