And she has a dress of laces. It's worn in many places. And the shoulder hangs upon her by a thread. And she has a need for sharin'. For someone warm and carin'.
(Nanci Griffith). . I once was a lot like you. We share a dream. I couldn't make come true. I was a child who wrote my name. Across a frosted window pane.
Yeah let's go to the beach!. . I feel the breeze. My top is down. And all I do. Is ride around. And where I go. I just don't care. A place to chill. To get away.
What are you doing. for the rest of your life?. We could watch the stars at night,. twinkling high above.. 'Cause I promise you,. for the rest of your life.
I once was a lot like you. We share a dream, I couldn't make come true. I was a child who wrote my name. Across a frosted window pane. And there are jobs that I might hold.
It's like no matter what I do. I just can't help but think of you. You're on my mind all night and all the day....yeah. The vision of your smile is here.
I can't be your weather. 'Cuz if it rains then it rains. I can't be your lover. 'Cuz the feelings would change. . I can't be the wind. 'Cuz the wind blows too free.
Verse 1. Guess things always work out like their supposed to. And Im not one to doubt whats in plain view. So this is where my life is meant to lead me.
Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee. His memories all curled up inside. He was trying to remember. Was it August or September. He'd seen her for the last time.
This is for the ugly ones get up!. . Chosen in discrimination left with no place. Chosen now we don't fit in their plan. Time is now to regain our pride and name.
Well, thousands of folks back East they say. Are leavin' home most everyday. They're beatin' the hot oled dusty way. To the California line. Across the desert sands they roll.
Where are you going, inside your mind. I guess were always living. on borrowed time. Yes I will be here, to hold your hand. just close your eyes and sleep.
Seperate ourselves from what is truth the feelings inside so numb. Must step back remember take the time all that effort deluded. All that time and all that effort everything's clear everything's hazy.
(Guy Clark). . And I'd play the red river valley. And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry. And run his fingers. Through seventy years of living. And wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry.
It's so nice to be with you. though you never were alone. it's so nice to see your smile. whenever things just seemed so wrong. when i'm near you all my troubles seem.
I'd play the Red River Valley. And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry. And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?".
Hold that thought what was it you said again. With everyone else to blame but yourself. So what with all the lies you're believing. The choice is yours and it's on.
(Woody Guthrie - Martin Hoffman). . The crops are all in. And the peaches are rotting. The oranges are stacked. In their Creosote dumps. They're flying them back.
Put myself in a void I can't fix. I've turned my back oh my don't I know it. Toiling cancerous vile within me. Suffocates and starves my brain I can't see straight.
When the light goes out tonite. See a golden path of dreams. Seeing things that never should be seen. mistaken fantasy for real. Shark infested waters of my mind.