What'll I do when you are far away and I am blue. What'll I do. What'll I do when I am wondering who is kissing you. What'll I do. What'll I do with just a photograph to tell my troubles too.
Well, I wish I had my picture on The Rolling Stone today. I wish that The Enquirer spread a rumor that I was gay. Well, I wish I had some buddies, some movie stars and such.
What makes me happy. Where do I start. When each new day brings. Another million things to causes a ripple on the waters of my heart. . From every corner.
You finally said something good when you said goodbye. So don't wait around to see if I'm a gonna cry. Instead of tears streaming down my face you'll find a great big smile in their place.
Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor. At the low water bridge. Pulling them drinkers across. He's dragging so many on this Saturday night. I can smell that old tractor's exhaust.
Some people say. To go a long way. Forget about others. Think of number 1. . Take what you can. From your fellow man. Doesn't matter who you walk upon.
Well, I got a picture. It's glued in a book. Of most of my family. That somebody took. . Well, grandpa died early. Before I could know. The man that they tell me.
What colour is the wind, Daddy. Is it yellow, red or blue. When he's playing with my hair, Daddy. Does he do the same to you. When he's dying does his colour fade.
Fiery kisses linger on two lips that miss you so. As my nervous fingers sort the pages through. Here and there I find the line that makes me want to live.
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife. But I've been a working man dang near all of my life. I'll keep on workin' long as my two hands are fit to use.
Walking down the street. By the house we knew. Weeds command the garden where. Our roses grew. Children I don't know. Climb our apple tree. And scar the bark.
Well, I woke up early Sunday mornin'. Had myself a piece of toast. Had 50 dollars in my pocket. Gonna chase myself a ghost. . Went down Camino Espinoza.
Well I was out a drinking with a couple of friends of mine. When the bartender handed me the telephone and said there's your wife on the line. Well I told her I was just a drinking with the couple of buddies I knew.
Last night I went out with some old friends of ours. I had stayed till much to late. We sat and we talked till the early hours. Came creeping into my eyes.
Well, I had a buddy back in '81 and we made ourselves a pact. We were heading for the new pipeline we were never coming back. Well we worked 80 hours making time and a half.
Every moment bares a trace. Every room a memory. Everything is in its place. Except for me. I can't escape you. You're here in side me. And time cant hide me.
Just outside these prison bars. The hanging tree is waitin'. At sunrise I'll meet darkness. And death will say hello. . Darling, touch your lips to mine.
I will see you in the morning. When the moonlight leaves the trees. But I will always feel the embers. Of the flames in Tennessee. . I was sleeping when they came knocking.
Well, I loved a girl. She lived out in Pecos, and pretty as she could be. And I worked the rigs on out in Odessa. To give her whatever she needs. . But that girl, she run with an oil company bum.
Watch that man get up and go to work every day. And watch that woman send their little girl outside to play. And watch and you might see the milkman drive up to the door.