We were sitting at a table at a little caf. Cleaning our plates like some kind of a race. We finished our meal without making a sound. I glanced at him, he flagged the waitress down.
Kinda tricky when she's caught in a trap by me. Kinda dumb in a smart little way like she can be. Those cry a little laugh a little moods that fit her to a T.
Tonight in Carolina, the bleachers are empty and quiet. Not a ball's been hit my way all night. I hit a grounder up the middle, but the shortstop made the play.
You're caught in a trouble you mangy pup. Now how you gonna brag about a bad bringin' up. Your pappy was a hound dog son of a gun. You know what they say about a father and son.
The pocket is torn from the years it's spent catching. The car keys and the spare change. You can tell it's been worn from the tears in the stitching.
There's nothing left but burning memories. And that flame just won't flare up inside of me. Although you're gone I see you everywhere. So I keep stirring up the embers of an old love affair.
Now I got a story it's true as can be it's about a guy the guy is me. Wake up in the morning it's always I must I gotta catch the six o'clock bus. I grab my hat and my steel toed shoes.
Speed traps and weight stations and detour signs. Are standin' between me and that baby o'mine. Well I'm two ton over fifty miles from that stateline.
Somewhere somewhere somewhere. I heard that they're all curvy and that the girls in Jersey are just fine. And that the girls in Philly well now they're really kind of chilly but refined.
Recorded by Ernest Tubb. Written by Sgt. Henry Stewart and Ernest Tubb. . When the postman delivered a letter. It filled her dear heart full of joy. But she didn't know til she read the inside.
Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man. They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand.
Seems I always have to slip around to be with you my dear. Slippin' around afraid we'd might be found. I know I can't forget you and I've got to have you near.
I never said anything cause I was just too proud. But now that I'm looking again, it's all I think about. See I should have told you, but I kept it all inside yeah.
Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat. I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little tune wherever I go.
I'm sitting here staring into space. I don't wanna hear anything you say. You have stolen what I wanted. What I needed you took away. . You were the one I honestly believed.
Some people say a man's made outta mud a poor man's made outta muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones a mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
I'm here to warn you. My line (light) is thinning out. More power to ya. If you've figured it out. So much for dreaming on. So much is going wrong. I need somebody to tell me to lift me up and on.
Yeah everybody comes here to have a ball. If anybody's missin' well we give 'em a call. For we're always happy son of a gun oh lots of fun at the 6-0-1.
Well I pulled outta Pittsburgh a rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard. I got my diesel wound up and she's a runnin' like a never before. There's a speed zone ahead alright I don't see a cop in sight.
Let it be let be shes here with you because she wants to be stop trying to find a reason for everything she does. Part of me is holding back because I want to see what happens next I love to be in the moment.