On a gravel back-road, down deep in the Fall. So long ago, yet how well I recall. My Grandfather's green truck with the rusted-out rims. and me on the seat, 'tween my Mamma and him.
And you know the sun's settin' fast,. And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts.. Well, go on now and kiss it goodbye,. But hold on to your lover,.
Its another day we go. sailing o're the blue. i look to the horizon. my thoughts drift home to you. . a young man only seventeen. adventure could'nt wait.
On the wings of a snow-white dove. He sends His pure sweet love. A sign from above. On the wings of a dove. . When Noah had drifted on the flood many days.
Oh how good the snapping and the crackle. Of the frost that daily grows more keen.. Laden with its dazzling icy roses,. The white flaming bush is forced to lean..
I wandered in time, till I found myself thinking. Of young children playing at the dawning of spring. They sang merry songs, like the wind in the willows.
Not with deserters from the battle. That tears my land do I belong.. To their coarse praise I do not listen,. They shall not have from me one song.. .
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty. I want to be. In the warm hold of your loving mind. To feel you all around me,. To take your hand along the sand.
Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!. A letter of marque come from the king,. To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,. . CHORUS:.
Well, I had me a wedding and a dress so white. and a man put pretty little stars in my eyes. Then I woke up one morning, he was gone. Lord, he jumped a train to San Antone.
My father died a year ago today.. The rooster started crowing when they carried Dad away.. There beside my mother, in the living room, I stood,. With my brothers and my sisters, knowing Dad was gone for good..
My life, it don't count for nothing.. When I look at this world, I feel so small.. My life, it's only a season:. A passing September that no one will recall..
(chorus) Mornin glory, fuschia in green. You sweet little Jezebel in my garden of dreams. Petals clenched tightly in the late morning sun. My day is just starting, your day is done.
Mornin' glory, fuschia in green. You sweet little Jezebel in my garden of dreams. Petals clenched tightly in the late morning sun. My day is just starting, Your day is done.
I'd walk for miles, cry and smile for my Mama and Daddy. I want them, I want them to know. How I feel, my love is real for my Mama and Daddy. I want them to know I love them so.
ey, do you see, how it works. when we try, together. I, can't believe I am right here. On your side, forever.. . Hey, don't you see, we could be. Simply Lovers, like others.
Well, it got so hot last night I swear you couldn't hardly breathe. Heat lightning burned the sky like alcohol. I sat on the porch without my shoes. and watched the cars roll by.
She grew up plain and simple in a farming town. Her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoedowns. She says the neighbors would come and they'd move all my grandma's furniture 'round.
# 11 Mama Was Always Tellin Her Truth. Slow She'd walk down the levy from big alley all the Brighton every morning. (Piano intro). . Well my mama she was always tellin her truth, Times were hard and thats how she made it through.
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