YOU LUCKY DOG. (Harlan Howard). '70 Tree Publishing, BMI. RECORDED BY BILLY WALKER. . Yes you took her off my hands you lucky dog. You took over all my plans you lucky dog.
Is there a place where i consider... if something is worth it or not. Disastrous smile that follows my ego It tries to change my point of view. This world begins to look like pieces of bones you dropped in my lap again Refuse to shine....
YOU LOVE THE GROUND I WALK ON. (Harlan Howard - Don McHan). '67 Tree Publishing, BMI. RECORDED BY WAYLON JENNINGS. . I work so hard to win myself a place in life.
I see your pain Your relief Bet on my help Can't retrieve... retrieve. Time passes by... Public noticed why. You try so hard... to carry on But society's will Drop it... Go on.
Honey you don't know my mind I'm lonesome all the time. Born to lose a drifter that's me. He can travel travel for so long then a rambler's heart goes wrong.
Peals of laughter... A number of sounds Won't look after the love that I've found Wipe my life out the rest it will come. Hear my answer you're not the one without a drop to cry....
YANKEE GO HOME. RECORDED BY WYNN STEWART AND JAN HOWARD. Writer Harlan Howard. . (Jan) Yankee go home, you'll never love me. I know you're just homesick and alone.
Give me an answer I'm ready to blame Whatever you say it's all the same You want to relax, i want to talk. We want a peaceful life that's all.... Do what you please it's in your heart It's just the way I guess you are Can't you see I'm giving my everything.
WRONG COMPANY. Writer Harlan Howard. . I've lost the only love I've ever known. Too many nights I left her all alone. I said forgive me, one too many times.
Driven by hate I can't ignore my lies, my truth, your help, your faith is mine. Repent the things I've done... I hate to fear myself. Abstract close impress unclear... excessive purpose being obscure.
Un vieux attend. Dlaiss sur un banc du quartier. Pli par le vent. Habill par ses sentiments. Oubli par le temps. Vieilles courroies. Entre ses doigts.
Banish my soul? Gather to a head, someday. We all live our lies so oversized. Unleash my thoughts? I wish I could wipe from this place. All around my head? It's overfed.
While we're drinking our martinis there's a little child that's starving in Biafra. And the good life that I'm living makes me happy but not blind. I see my neighbors dying for the freedom.
Don't you remember my name now. Here at the end of all things. I am the on that you lived for. And the one that you killed. . Don't you remember my words now.
I've stole that money for my baby I've shot that man who shot at me. She wasn't even in the courtroom and I'm a wishin' she was here instead of me. Now Lord you know that I ain't yellow but she's out there running fancy free.
Vert, jaune et rouge et bleu. J'ai le soleil dans les yeux. Avant de nous faire ses adieux. Ch p'us quel de nous deux. Qui va baisser les yeux. Il vient de commencer descendre.
Sit down... try to keep on the path with me It won't take long to stop. You pass by, no supply... your obstructive reasons Don't treat me like a problem.
Did you really think I loved you baby. Did you really think I really cared. Did you really think I loved you baby. Do you really think that I still care.
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME. WRITER HARLAN HOWARD. RECORDED BY WAYLON JENNINGS. . I've been cheated, mistreated, broken man, defeated. No one wanted or needed any part of me.
Une main sur une épaule. Chacun a bien joué son rôle. Le rideau monte et descend. Le musicien se serre les dents. Il est si bien pour une fois. À la porte d'un café.