I never wanted to say goodbye. I held your hand you held me tight. but as night fell. I began to feel empty inside.... So deep in my heart somewhere. and all I could do was stop and stare.
Simple simon simple heart you met a girlie at the fair. Miss your timin' simple heart when you thought that she could care. Simple simon you're not smart she gave her love to someone new.
FREE!!!. . LOl!!!. Yeah I'm out on my own. I turned off my phone. No contact with the outside world. I'm in my own little place. . (Pre Chorus). I'm racing time inside my mind.
Somewhere a telephone is ringing right now. Someone's old sweetheart is on the line. She's calling to patch up an old love affair. Oh I wish it was mine.
SILVER BELLS. Writers Ray Evans, Jay Livingston. . Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people passing Meeting smile after smile And on every street corner you'll hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Strings of streetlights, even stoplights Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch This is Santa's big scene And above all this bustle you'll hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day.
She never thought that she would. Get her second chance. Running so far from all she's ever known. . Convinced she lost all meaning. Where did her dreams go.
I went to your wedding although' I was dreading the thought of losing you. The organ was playing, my poor heart kept saying Your dreams, your dreams are thru.
Signed sealed and delivered a package containing my heart. To open remove the wrapper but please don't tear it apart. You tore up this heart when you left me you left me alone and so blue.
Sometimes I wish I could be.... Sometimes I wish I just wasnt me... Sometimes I wish that I.... that I could touch the sky. that I wouldn't shy again.
Written by Joe Babcock. Recorded by Hank Snow. . I was born in Macon Georgia they kept my dad in the Macon jail. Dad said son if you keep your hands clean.
SHOTGUN BOOGIE. (Tennessee Ernie Ford). '50 Hill and Range Songs. . There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight I looked out the window and over the gate The big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast Shotgun Boogie, I done saw your tracks Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark Hick'ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite I'll be on that ridge before daylight Shotgun Boogie, all I need is one shot Look out bushy tail, tonight you'll be in the pot Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin I asked her what she had, she said: "A Fox Four-Ten" I looked her up and down and said: "Boy, this is love" So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove Shotgun Boogie, boy the feathers flew Look out Mister Dove when she draws a bead on you I sat down on a log, took her on my lap She said, "Wait a minute, bub, you got to see my Pap He's got a sixteen-gauge choked down like a rifle He don't like a man that's a-gonna trifle" Shotgun Boogie, draws a bead so fine Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time Well, I called on her Pap like a gentleman oughta He said: "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter" He cocked back the hammer right on the spot When the gun went off, I outran the shot Shotgun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . I traded my saddle for a rifle and left to join the troubled shore. I hung my guitar in the attic and laid away my forty four.
It started on Thursday. At seven or maybe eight. You crashed into my world with a boom. You came over as a guest. I said I liked you and I confessed. By ten o' clock I was making fun of you.
In the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. Lives a girl who is waiting just for me. Many times we waltzed in the moonlight. And in her loving arms I long to be.
I found you again in somebody new. It's sorta like old time, doing things we used to do. She's just about your size, that same look in her eyes. Yes, she's just a whole lot like you.
Once I lived a life of wine and roses. And I drank a lot back then for one concern. Success for me lay just around the corner. I thought my social friends would help me make the turn.
I feel like I'm a millions miles away. From myself more and more these days. I've been down too many open roads. But they never lead me home. . And now I just don't know who I really am, how it's gonna be.
Everday,. Something happens to me.. And you'll see,. I'm on my way. . I want to be changed.. I want to be rearranged yeah.. Open a door,. In my life that's such a bore..
She's a girl without any sweetheart and each night she sits there alone. This whole world she'd give for a new start but the chances she had now are gone.
(I see Jesus standing waiting for me). Once a man named Steven preached about the Lord. Folks were saved then folks were healed as they heard his word.