Writers: Doug Supernaw, Tammy Pierce. . I've had one too many, as if you couldn't tell. And I called you from the bottom of my sinking spell. I know we agreed that it'd be eaiser on me not to talk to you.
Writer: Jim Rushing. . You found your greener pastures. In a mansion on the Hill. With a flashy foreign car to drive. And lots of time to kill. Now my mind keeps on remembering.
A little white house, in the heart of town. On a little sad street, just a little run down. Became a home, for Bill and Sue. Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.
Sometimes I wish there were no windows in this room. The sun comes pouring through those curtains way too soon. Reminding me it's time to rise and shine.
Writers: Doug Supernaw/Justin White. . Another lonely motel room another lonely night. I gotta ride on a bronc called Certain Doom and I need to show 85.
Every morning I watch you walk into the office. In your business suit and matching shoes. With your hair put up neatly, you tug at your glasses. And you you sit down, just three desks down.
Writer: Bill McDavid. . I've always been wild. The one always jumpin' the gun. Through all the pain I had to stay on the run. You only live once has always been my lifes decree.
I said the night you left me. Nothin' worse could ever happen. But seeing you with someone else proved that I was wrong. And when your eyes met mine. I knew that you were gone forever.
Writer: Charles T. Pyle. . Well it won't be but a week or two. You'll be out huntin' somebody new. It must have happened a hundred times before. I can see you been spreadin' yourself thin too.
I called your name out loud to a stranger yesterday. When she turned around, I said, "I'm sorry" and just walked away. From a distance she had that look.
I never knew the power of a song. 'Til I heard the music playin', the day mama passed on. Never knew what innocence was about. 'Til the first time I'd laid eyes on the face of a new-born child.
It was six in the morning when I made the county line. There's someone I got to talk to, I can't get it off my mind. He is just a kid and he's in a pretty rough spot.
We took off like a rocket ship to a place that we'd never been. You took me higher and higher and higher. I never thought it would end. Then I woke up to find you'd left me behind.
Red hung out at the point of tears. He was a honky tonkin' fool. Ever since they brought that jukebox here. Back in 1952. . He was the first to drop a nickel in.
Back in the same ol' bar where they said goodbye. Eleven years of lonely bottled up inside. Back in the same ol' bar where her world came to an end. When she caught him with his lover and he swore she was a friend.
Every time my eyes sing that song. I sing for my. . Georgia, Georgia. The whole day through. This old sweet song. Keeps Georgia on my mind. . Hey, Georgia, oh, yeah, yeah, Georgia.
Well, I've had all the time I need to wonder. Just how much I miss her being gone. And I'm already wishing she was close enough to hold. An' her memory's only fourteen minutes old.
He went to Paris looking for answers. To the questions that bothered him so. He was impressive, young and aggressive. Saving the world on his own. . The warm summer breezes and French wine and cheeses.
A single mother with two children make lunches in the mornin'. And on her way to work, she drops 'em off at school. And tells them, "Faith in me, faith in you".
Writer: Doug Supernaw. . I should take it like a man. And go and shake his hand. But what I saw today. On the wedding page. Was more than I could stand.