Always seem to get things wrong. I waited here a bit too long. For you to come along to me. . I thought that I would kiss your lips. But the sky went dark and the moon eclipsed.
Once in a while, I think about it. Think about what you said. Late in haze of night into mornin'. With eyes turnin' to red. . All my life, I waited. To see an omen of the good kind.
Don't you think I know. You don't want me anymore. How you've turned off to me. Like the closing of the door. . When I search your eyes. For a sign that you care.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . I found a woman in Texas,. Who liked what she saw in me. Yeah, I found a lady,. Who figures that maybe,. There might be a chance for me.
Hello momma I'am callin you to tell you that I'am comin home. What shape I'am in I wouldn't dare an try to tell you on the telephone. I been gone so long this song seems to be fallin apart at the seams.
Bob Bruno. . You say that once knew for sure. But now you're walkin' into shore to wonder*. The more you learn the less you know. The more you move the more you go to nowhere*.
[Intro]. Here we go. Haters gon' hate. Here we go. . [Chorus]. Haters gon' hate, haters gon' hate. Players gon' play, players gon' play. Watch out for the fakers.
Will There Be Any up in heaven. Will There Be Any I've got to know. Will There Be Any up in Heaven. Lord before I go I've got to know. . Well, we're on our last legs as you can see Lord.
Paul Thorn, Billy Maddox, Anna Lisa Graham. . On a black and white TV, in a dark saloon. I was watching Neil Armstrong walking on the moon. And later on I got high and climbed up on the bar.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . You ask me what I like about Texas. I tell you it's the wide open spaces!. It's everything between the Sabine and the Rio Grande..
Yeah, I'm sittin' here, drinkin' again. I'm just spendin' some time with my friend. Then I know that I should be by your side. What am I doin' with our lives?.
Susanna Clark. . Did you ever find out who wrote that pretty song.. Was your road to Mexico, diamonds or stones. Did you need that lucky piece I slipped in your hand.
Bob Livingston/Lane Bybee. . Now I'm wanted down in Costa Rica. I'm wanted on Ambergris Caye. I'm wanted back in Austin Texas. I'm wanted down in New Orleans.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . There's a place I know where we all go,. A little way down the road,. It ain't far from here, we like to sit and drink beer,. Play dominoes and tell jokes..
It's easy to see that we've just a very short time. So why don't we just go to the hill and climb?. We'll go up just as high as John T. Booker got low.
He was born in Oklahoma. And his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz. He's not responsible for what he's doing. His mother made him what he is. . And it's up against the wall, redneck mother.
Pat Garvey. . Well somewhere the sun today's soakin' up a cornfield dry. But it's shining a love song on some snowy clouds. And I know my fingerprints will be brushed away.
Chris Wall. . Well I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style. But my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild. Mom and Dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes and symphonies.
Michael Martin Murphey. . From my window shadows of the buildings in the night. Run like a river, broken only by city lights. Running like a thousand whispered lines.
Verse 1. I will turn my back to sin. Let Your love pull me in. Knowing wisdom begins with fear. Turn my trembling to fervour. As I learn daily to serve.