(John W. Wiggins/Anthony Smith/Michael Garvin). . The season for the rodeo is over. And he's usually back home this time of year. But I haven't heard a word since.
I love that hair, long an black. Hangin down to the middle of your back. Dont cut it off, whatever you do. I need it to run my fingers through. . 'Cause youre my baby, youre my sugar.
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint. In a broken window pane. A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway. I can almost read the name. . A swing set and forgotten toys.
I never seen a miracle before. I thought you were sent from Heaven's door. But you knew all along you wouldn't stay. You left me here to drown in this heartache.
Oh, the child is an acrobat. And he walks upon the wire. Knowing well that he might fall. Still he climbs up higher. . If he should slip he will surely die.
(John Wayne Wiggins). . Ginger worked in a cafe. Small town in Tennessee. The cook Joe was a little slow. But he kept the floor mopped and the kitchen clean.
I can't make her cry anymore. I can't break her broken heart. The way I did before. . If I could just say something. To make a tear roll down her face.
The soldiers will run and the guns they will blow them away. They're choking on sand in some faraway land today. . Don't go. Stay at home. . Was it you that I saw in the market just losing your way.
(John Wiggins). . I fell for you like a teenage kid. Charmed by everything you did. It took awhile to see through your disguise. But your hard heart opened my eyes.
They read you Cinderella. You hoped it would come true. That one day your Prince Charming. Would come rescue you. You like romantic movies. You never will forget.
Back then when the heartbreak came yeah it hit me pretty hard. I waved hello and goodbye to the ghosts on the boulevard. Well oh my baby, you're so sweet it makes me cry.
(John Wayne Wiggins/Bobby Carmichael). . If you had a heart. You wouldnt' be breaking mine. If you really cared. You wouldn't be so unkind. You run around all over town.
I take the train across town. New York City, take me down. Beneath my feet, the city street. The dirt, the shit and the concrete. . Well, I'm on my way.
In the name of progress. Big old building's goin' up. And in the name of progress. Another Mom And Pop shop bites the dust. . That old home town flavor.
Last night I went to town, hit every bar around. A hundred bottles of beer on the wall, Lord I though I could drink 'em all. Jose, Jack and Jim my best drinkin' friends.
Put me in your holy war. I will lay my body down. I will lay my body down. I will run into the flames. . Put me in that holy warv We will do most anything.
(Don Van Tress). . She's the promise of pearl in a pool of heartache. She's the perfect little truth wrapped in little white lies. Like the wind she will turn.
Hey buddy, bring me a beer. Somebody's playing my song. That's why I like it in here. I feel I really belong. . And the waitresses always treat me right.
Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime. I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder. Just a hard hat on the line. I'm just a hard hat on the line. .
All the Protestant girls. They're all swinging their hips. Fresh coat of red on their lips. In a solar eclipse. I sat on the steps. Church bells rang in my ears.