Help! there's a girl in my bed. thought's are runnin through my head. somethin' must be said. I think she wants to spend the night. I don't mind but her boyfriend might.
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,. Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,. Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,. The weekend comes, my cycle hums. Ready to race to you. .
The black smokestack was barking. The steam made them pistons groan. And behind that screaming whistle. You could hear that engine moan. The train was reeling and rocking.
Born without a chance in hell. condemned from the womb. on a one way trip. destination: an early tomb. two kids from the hood. two numbers on a chart.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . A cowboy with his sweetheart stood beneath a starlit sky. Tomorrow he was leaving for the lonesome prairie wide. She said "I'll be your lovingbride when you return someday".
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,. Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die. Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;.
Hop on my big wheel cruise around th block get in the last few minutes of play. before it's 8 o'clock. I hear momma callin from across the street it's either.
Don't know what I'm doin. Don't know where I'm goin. Don't have a clue. and now it's finally showin'. Won't somebody give me a hint or 2. tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do.
THE ANSWER TO LITTLE BLOSSOM. (arr. Hank Snow). '58 Hill & Range Songs. . Oh dear I'm so sad and heart broken waiting in my prison cell. To be tried for the death of sweet blossom my baby that I loved so well.
Got a leaky faucet. the water comes out brown. the handle falls off the toilet. when I push it down. stains on the floor. glass for a front door. Home Sweet Home.
Words & Music by Hank Snow. . Darlin' I am, oh so blue, found the things that I gave you.. You returned them when you said that we must part.. I have kept them through the years, they are treasured souvenirs,.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . Now friends if you will listen to me for just one minute please. I'll sing for you a little song from letters A to Z. And if per-chance that they don't rhyme don't lay the blame on me.
Sit around all day remote control glued to my hand. Just waiting for a visit from Ed McMahon. Oppourtunity is knockin but I can't open the door. Cause I'm shit faced drunk passed out on the kitchen floor.
We never thought you would be a traitor. Always agreeing saying something else later. You never really did anyone a favor by. ignoring every beat of the drum.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . CHORUS. Hear, hear, hear, the alphabet. Taken from the Good Book of the Lord. Hear, hear, hear, the alphabet. Taken from the Good Book of the Lord.
A time not long ago. friends would come and go. but one or two. would seem to stick around. Hangin' out like everyday. seems they'll never go away. best freinds are forever.
Look at you look at me just how different can we be. Day and night wrong and right that's you and me. I love you you love me but we love so differently.
You came into my life through a revolving door. there for a short time, then you're there no more. you will always be a small part of me. but friends again, we can never be.
There are so many flirty guys with flirty flirty ways. And I am so afraid that they will steal you some day. But don't let 'em darling cause you belong to me.
Down in my dreams somehow it seems that I'm back where I belong. Just a country hick way back in the stick back where I was born. Cause the city lights and the city ways are drivin' me insane.