running with the devil, racing thru the. years, staring in the face of death, had. way too many fears. tried to move the mountain, only moved. the air, only finding rocks and there are.
Rainy morning and I look into your eyes. See the wonder you're an angel in disguise. Windy evening and you tell me all your lies. Tears are falling and the love within me dies.
A bright sunrise will contradict the heavy fault that weighs you down. In spite of all the funeral songs. The birds will make their joyful sounds. You wonder why the earth still moves.
It was the first time ever he saw her. He saw his future in a long white cotton gown. Sittin' there at the church house, she was gonna get baptized. They was gonna have dinner on the grounds.
I'm standing before you and I'm naked. Stripped down to my soul. (Down to my soul). I've nothing to hide, no inhibitions. In total control. . Gonna stay here forever.
Take off your boots. Leave 'em there on the floor. And hang that old hat. On the hook by the door. . Leave the horses and cattle. And the ranch far behind.
He said Ill call you Hon when I get there,. Ten minutes later he was in the air,. She dropped the kids at school and headed home,. Walked in and turned the front room TV on.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. the emblem of suffering and shame;. and I love that old cross where the dearest and best. for a world of lost sinners was slain..
Me, I'm just a singer, though I may be well known. The truth is I'd be nothing without the power of a song. I've been blessed with fame and fortune, oh, but in the end.
Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, help me stand. I am tired,. I am weak,. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night. Lead me on to the light.
Sweet Emmylou, I blew the dust off you. You're the only one who knows what I'm going through. And like the hickory wind, he's gone again. Sweet Emmylou.
You broke his arm in Houston, his rib in Santa Fe. Then you drug him through the dirt in San Antone. And last year out in Vegas, you almost took him all the way.
It's too fast, it's too slow. It's too country, too rock and roll. It's too happy, to sad, to short or it's way too long. Yeah, and it's too bad they don't just.
Pack your bags, there's a place we gotta go. Back in the hill country of Ohio. Not a weekend hotter than the 3rd one in July. So grab a squirt bottle and never fear, I've been building this custom cooler all year. You won't believe it 'til you see it with your own eyes. From all 50 states we gather 'round, to pledge our allegiance to that hillbilly sound..
A hundred times my mama told me. That boy's trouble with a capital T. You'll never change him, I know his kind. But I didn't pay her any mind. . 'Cause, I, I, I, I just loved the hell outta him.
If you can't buy groceries this week. 'Cause you put your check down on a big screen. You ain't right. You're in your thirties without a job. And you're still living with your mom.
This mornin the pews were hay bales. the pulpit a saddle thrown over a stall. the floor just a carpet of sawdust. the babtistry just a rusty ol' traun.
A bright sunrise will contradict the heavy fog that weighs you down. In spite of all the funeral songs. The birds will make their joyful sounds. You wonder why the earth still moves.
No, I don't mind if you. Sit down if you want to. I'll only be here few. I'm waitin' for someone. . Yes, I'm drinkin' wine. One more would be just fine.
If you got up this morning. And you went to work today, this song's for you. And if you put eight honest hours in. For eight hours worth of pay, this song's for you.