Pardon my dust, excuse the mess. we're making somethin' new out of all of this. I'm saying my prayers, and I'm trying to change. so give me some time, 'cause I'm still finding my way.
Well, I spent half my life out on the highway. Chasin' rodeos through every little town. In an old pickup truck with a little cowboy luck. Well, I never thought I'd ever settle down.
Here I am on the other side of the radio. Wondering why I'm here and why anybody cares what I say. No, I'm not a better man 'cause I'm singing my songs on the radio.
The Nashville friends, they think I'm strange. To make my home out on the range. They think it's nothin' but a God forsaken land. Why don't you bring your guitar and family, move on down to Tennessee.
Oh, its been one of those days. When You walk with me, so close I think. . I caught the scent of angels wings. And my, oh my unsuspecting heart. Leaps from its place, begins to race.
Started out just a young cowboy. Writin' songs on a cheap guitar. Melodies were kind of rough. But you knew they came from the heart. . And if not for you.
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light.
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
Well, I never was the kind to wear my feelings on my sleeve. But since I've met you, girl, there's been a world of change in me. Well, I've got to say I love you, hope you like the sound of that.
O Come All Ye Faithful. Joyful and triumphant,. O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.. Come and behold Him,. Born the King of Angels;. O come, let us adore Him,.
He wore a purple shirt a yeller neck tie some high heal boots that come knee high. Crocket spurs hangin' off his feet. The hair across his forehead was combed real neat.
Lazy summer afternoon. Screened in porch and nothin' to do. I just kicked off my tennis shoes. Slouchin' in a plastic chair. Rakin' my fingers through my hair.
Run the earth and watch the sky. . Summer warm and lazy. Lemon sun and hazy, remember?. Popsicle red on my chin. Bikes and plastic army men and no sign of September.
She saw him for the first time in that open all night diner. When she served him up some chili and a beer. And the feeling that she got when he grinned across the counter.
How long until You defend Your name and set the record right?. How far will You allow the human race to run and hide? Yeah. And how much can You tolerate our weaknesses.
Well it's Saturday night. You're all dressed up in blue. I've been watching you awhile. Maybe you've been watching me too. And so somebody ran out. Left somebody's heart in a mess.
Boots spurs and a pearl handle cap pistol and a gold mine that dug in the sand. I rode the fence line in her backyard each day on a stick horse I called old Dan.
On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree. Where a boy and a girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing. I remember the pocketknife in hand. And her name in my heart.
The cool fall breeze is blowin' and the leaves are turnin' gold. And the smell of wood smoke takes me back to days of long ago. I think about my childhood, pumpkin pie and Halloween.