You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair. Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere. The shadows on the wall tell me the sun is going down.
Bo!I've gotta make you love me... You know I can't live without you.. I can't sleep.no I can't breath.I'm telling ya. I'm losing ma mind... And everytime I think about it..
Oh, please release me. And let me love again. . Please release me let me go. I don't love you anymore. To waste our lives would be a sin. Release me and let me love again.
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight. I got the feeling that something ain't right. I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair. And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs.
Perhaps the semi darkness of this room has me confused. You say that you're an old, old friend of mine. And if I'm wrong about you then I beg to be excused.
My daddy was a miner, said there was nothing finer. Than an Irishman who worked an honest day. From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine. He'd make his way down to the mine.
Precious memories, unseen angel. Sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger ever near me. And the sacred past unfolds. . Precious memories, how they linger.
Here's the picture that we took in Cincinnati. The time we saw that big league baseball game. Here's the picture that we took in Printer's Alley. Down in Nashville when we met old, what's his name.
(Egan). . So they made you a star, now your head's in a cloud,. Now you're walking down the street with your feet off the ground. They read in the press all about your success,.
I woke up, remembered everything. I said to you last night. But this time I sure wont worry. About what I might have done. Cause I was out to please myself.
There were tears in the eyes of Jesus there were nails in the palms of his hands. There were thorns in his brow and only God could know how. Much pain he could withstand.
We sat up talking right on through the night. And the day had just begun. Then you said let's take a walk outside. And watch the rising of the sun. . And over my head there was.
When it's over. God knows as well as we did. When we pack up. Stack up what's her's and what's his. . When we make up. The stories to cover up the shame.
It looked so good from the outside, I couldn't wait to join the crowd. It all looked different on the inside. It must have been my imagination. I felt so sure that was where I wanted to be.
Well, you might be a pauper or you might be a prince. You might have great wisdom or only common sense. You might be rich and famous or a complete unknown.
(Oh, baby mine). I get so lonely. When I dream about you. (Dream). . (Cant). Can't do without you. (Thats why). That's why I dream about you. . If I could only put my.
(Egan). . It's a dead-end job and the money is low,. And the time goes by so slow.. If I stay too long it could bring me down,. So I might as well take another look around..
This time, passes over time. This time, it's all over mine. All my fears were hidden in a misty field. Now the autumn leaves, they pass me by. . Why don't you leave me now, before the day.
I? m the official historian on Shirley Jean Berrell. I? ve know her since God only knows and I won? t tell. I caught her the first time she stumbled and fell.
My low, it's sunk. I held onto the last song. I was hoping to. dance this one with you. You're already gone. Sinking and unsure. What I'm looking for.