Standing back before the angels get to me. Well, it seems such a sorry waste of time. Holding back on those who want the best for me. I guess I can't be blamed for trying.
Well the boys and me, we're thick as thieves. We stick together just like glue. Yeah, we ride the range like the Dalton gang. And raise hell like a Pirate crew.
Is the sun out?. Has the wind died. Or is this stillness here the calm between my ears?. And I know now why they put me here. . Things were clear once 'til the clouds came.
You love to change your mind.. Hate to see you lost in your ignorance, or is it just indifference?. What goes on behind?. What goes on within you, without you, there's nothing to you..
Every light in the house is on. I guess, waitin' on you and me. I know I told them midnight, now it's almost daylight. Could be losing more than sleep.
Gonna wander on the own. Find a way. Gonna find a way to run. If I should stumble on the way. Find a way. To get back into your arms. . Grandmother won't you please.
It was a hot Sunday mornin'. Middle of July. The choir was a singin'. 'Bout the sweet by and by. . Everybody was a swayin'. And sweatin' in the heat. We all bowed our heads down.
There's peace in the valley and the scum's moving in. And I'm here in Rallee, really. But what does it matter when you're doin' well. I'm just here getting sadder, really.
I am a Southern boy and I was brought up to treat everybody with respect. And though I do my best you know sometimes it's mighty hard. When folks use the 'R' word to talk about my neck.
fever in a blistser out, you know. it will simmer until its cold. even in a fleeting range. the suffering fills us full. . are you going to win me around again.
I'm so glad you finally called. It's been way too long. How's New York and you been getting on?. . You say you're prayin' for one whole week. Well, let me just tell you.
Anyday, your gonna to throw it all away. see you got it just throw away. now here you wind. how its coming in from all sides. you got it coming. riding in on you.
You say you don't like my kind, don't drink moonshine. Homegrown ain't your thing. Never been to a roadhouse, knockdown drag-out. Raised a little country Cain.
When she came down heading me home. Safe and sound, all the rest was me. What a laugh? Neither the first. Nor the last, all the rest was me. . Well, you've given it all that I won't give.
She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat. Always passes on the butter pats. She's regimented, resolute. Looks dang good in her birthday suit. . She wishes I would walk the line.
Tell you about the first one. It's all the same to me. Might as well be the last one. All the same to see. . Everybody's sweetheart. Everybody's so hard.
I hated like the devil. To tell her we were through. I was sure it would break her heart. Tear her world in two. . She is such a fragile thing. Lord, I hate to make her cry.
Let me tear down into your heart. Let me take a seat and stay awhile. Let me tear down into your heart. Ah, fun and games. . Let me steal a glimpse from your eyes.
She never cried when old Yeller died. She wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb. She never stood up for the star spangled banner. And she wasn't a John Wayne fan.
I guess I should have seen it coming. I should have read those warning signs. But her leavin' me was something. That never even crossed my mind. . Till she said see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.