We all learn to box like the midgit club. Where we punch with love and did somebody good. It's good to see ya to see you nice. If you do me one, well we'll do you twice.
I'm so lonely since you said goodbye. There's no stars left to shine up above. And my heart aches with pain though it's aching in vain. For the sun has gone down on our love.
Ill tell you the story of cut 'em loose Bruce. He was the man who set the outlaws loose. Prosecution say this boy misbehaved. He shoot for fun, do pussy, dance and rave.
A long steel rail and a short crosstie. I'm on my way back home. I'm on the train, the king of them all. The Streamlined Cannonball. . (Chorus). Oh, she drives along like a cannonball.
Tell me what you know about Cowboy Dave. Did he whistle on Brown?. Was his woman a sex slave?. . Give me what you got on the holiday. You know the one where you went with the X's paid.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;. The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;. Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,.
What do you want to hear when we're making love?. What do you want to hear when we're making love?. Can I take you from behind and hold you in my arms?.
Better give me back my kids. And put those snakes back in the fridge. 'Cause I don't want to win. . Let's put those photographs to bed. So that they'll never have to get wet.
Written by Johnny McRae. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Rough him up and shove him down. Make him cry when he comes 'round. Treat him any way you want. After all he's just runt, just a little runt.
It's not I who sought the novice. It's the novice who sought me. The cook went blind, drank too much. And fed his guest on angeldust. . Where did the pain start?.
Welcome all you children, give a listen to me. Let me tell you about a new boogie beat. There's no hesitation and it's sweepin' the nation. It's the rhumba boogie done the South American way.
Words and Music by Hank Snow. . This old train is speeding southbound and her whistle moans the blues;. And my heart's as cold as the ice and snow that fills these walkin' shoes..
How old are you? Are you old enough?. Should you be in here watching that?. And how old are you? Are you owning up?. Should you be in here with?. . Twenty four hour party people.
I really fucked up this time, I really fucked up this time. I really fucked up this time, I really fucked up this time. . I have fucked my life. I better head back to the sea.
Kind friends you have heard the story,. And the song called Twenty One Years,. All of how two lovers parted,. Of their sorrow, pain and tears.. . I am another who's heartbroken,.
Lady, lay the laser back on ice tonight. 'Cause I don't wanna feel no atmosphere. You better pull on that tragic device. You know, the broom is swollen and you never know why.
Written by Harlan Goward. Recorde by Hank Snow. . I got a letter from the court this morning,. filled with big wordslawyers seem to use. They say tat you have cused me of neglect,dear,And with trembling hand I.
Words & Music by Hank Snow. . Old Father Time has seen a million, million hearts. Break with pain down the highway of years.. I never dreamed that the love I thought was true.
Listen folks and I will tell a funny story. You may think it sad but I was in my glory. 'Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin. On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.
The next voice you hear will be your conscience. As you lie awake and try so hard to sleep. And your unfaithful heart will have to listen. To those shabby little secrets you keep.