There is a candle in every soul. Some brightly burning, some dark and cold. And there is a spirit who brings a fire. Ignites a candle and makes his home.
Well, my car broke down it's in the ditch. Wish I was the son of someone rich. I'd throw hundred dollar bills out on the road. And I'd catch me a ride to the rodeo.
Looked out my window last night. From my pillow and I. Saw the willow weepin' a causal sigh. . Man in the moon looked rather. Sad and confused as if he'd.
The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the road. Pickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from home. The songs tonight I'm singin', Lord, they nearly make me cry.
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.
There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel. Shadows growin' longer now, nippin' at my heels. I know that soon that old four-lane that runs beneath my wheels.
You think I'd have it down by now. Been practicin' for thirty years. I should have walked a thousand miles. So what am I still doin' here, yeah. Reachin' out for that same old piece of forbidden fruit.
We had our fill of old junk cars and unpaid bills. But our love was clear in the struggling years. Up against the world four young boys and our little girl.
Circle up, circle up around the throne. Old and young, saints of every history. Great and small angels are and seraphim. Grab a hand, twirl a dance, circle up and worship Him.
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own. Of an old caballo a strawberry roan. I was hangin' 'round town just a spendin' my time. Out of a job and not earnin' a dime.
[Chris Richardson]. mhhhhhhh. Walk a thousand miles. Just to see her (see her). But she's far far away. And I'd do anything just to see her face. But she's far far away.
Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad girl?. Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad girl?. Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad girl?. Why you mad, why you mad girl?.
We made camp along Red River. Watched the cattle as they bedded down. Back at the wagons, right after supper. We spread our bedrolls on the ground. . And me and Willie, we took the night guard.
I was thinkin' the other day. "What if cartoons got saved?. They'd start singing praise. In a whole new way". . Yeah, I was thinkin' the other day. "What if cartoons got saved?.
For you I'm putting up a fight. And it's crazy how I'm thinking 'bout you all the time. Tatt' my name on you, show me that you really mine. Stevie Wonder 'bout you how they say that love is blind.
Well, way out west where the wild wind blows. The eagle flies and the sage brush grows. Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear. They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers.
None of us knows and that makes it a mystery. If life is a comedy, then why all the tragedy. Three-and-a-half pounds of brain try to figure out. What this world is all about.
I'm weary and tired I've done my day's ridin'. Nighttime is rolling my way. The sky's all on fire and the light's slowly fadin'. Peaceful and still ends the day.
Never seen a love like this before. It's so amazing that you always leave me wanting more. Like the perfect addiction baby. You've got my attention yeah.
There's a place on the Yukon river. Called the Carriboux Saloon. Where the miners go to spend their gold. An' listen to the sad, sweet tune. . Feast their eyes' upon the beauty.