If people dressed in colours. According to their deeds. Then many leading men. Would dress in black. And lots of unsung heroes. Who never made a name.
I could give you pretty clothes show you off downtown. Make you so happy all the time. And I could be so proud of you brag about the things you do. But I couldn't love you more if you were mine.
It's easy I know. Friends keep tellin me so. It's purely a matter. Of biding my time. I'm tryin to forget. How to manage it yet. Your Gone. But I can't let you go.
It must have been an awful thing that someone did to you. That built the wall around your heart that I can't break through. I can't erase I can't replace the bitter for the sweet.
Your heart is like a little room. Where feelings come to stay. And all you need is a loving broom. To sweep the dirt's away. And if you try to keep it clean.
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp. Stand out in this mem'ry I revive. Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard working hands. And tried to feed my mama's hungry eyes.
Gettin out. I can't take anymore. Gettin out. I finally found the door. Maybe I'll miss the comfort of. The friendly route I've grown to love. There's no doubt.
See the tree how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big. I laughed at her and she got mad the first day that she planted it was just a twig.
We're holding on with nothing left to hold on to. . I'm so tired of holding on to nothin'. The years have shown no kindness for the hard times we've been through.
I think I know now whats makin me sad. It's yearning for my own backyard. I realized baby I was wrong to leave. Better swallow up my foolish country pride.
Hey daddy I need a drink of water those are the sounds I'm living by. Not long ago my ears thought they were happy. When a jukebox in a bar was turned up high.
I do not count what I've lost, what I'm losing. I'm a traveller with no fixed abode. All of the gifts yesterday spent refusing. May well be waiting further down the road.
Today I found a dollar on the sidewalk so I went and bought a jug of wine. And I'll sit here in this alley and keep drinkin'. Until the thoughts of mama leaves my mind.
She started reminiscing about the good times that we shared. She painted pretty pictures. While I hung on every word. Then she started smiling. When I kind of hoped that she would cry.
Old heart of clay why do you let her mold you this way. She'll try to shape your life and make me over don't you see. Old heart of clay why do you let her change you this way.
Don't look so sad I know it's over. But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning. Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together. There's no need to watch the bridges that were burning.
Long ago my father placed his hand upon my head. As he laid each finger down he Smiled at me and said. Some day son when you're a man you will understand.
When evening falls its gentle way. When day light closes,. Tired eyes and slips away. When fire light bays. In golden hues. I let corner Of the night.
Even the loser likes to dream. Sometimes my lips pretend that they're touching yours again. Then with open arms I whisper your name. Then my misty eyes grow dim for I know that you're with him.
While sleeping on my shoulder your lips have softly spoke his name. And with those two arms around me you're still not close to me. Your morning smile reveals that he was with you in your dreams.