She never thinks about me when I'm here. She only dreams about me when I'm gone. My heart rises to my mouth as she passes. by me. and I can't make a sound.
I guess you're off to have your fun. Another ending just begun. And I know what I don't see. Really shouldn't bother me. . So go and have yourself a ball.
(Troy Caldwell). . Well I'm goin' down to the river. I've got a canepole in my hand. I've got my redworms in a Maxwell house coffee can. I'm gonna sit under ashade tree on a riverbank where it's cool.
I came down from Thessalon. Toronto's not my home. I miss the north country so much. no longer will I roam. . Driftin' snow around my window. Driftin' snow around my door.
She asked me how love gets along with me all by myself.. Wonders how I keep from getting dust upon that shelf.. She wanted to know how a man like me ends up alone, anyway..
I don't want to know about evil. I only want to know about love. I'm waiting for the plains to tumble. I'm waiting for the sky to fall. I'm waiting for the cities to crumble.
Look around any old crowded bar. You'll see a million reason, a million scars. You can hear what the body language has to say. A good libation in celebration, a dedication in desperation.
Baby if I'd have been a gambler. it might have turned out a different way. But lately everywhere I go. I have to use the highway. and if I'd been born sometime else.
Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night. And wonder where you were. You need the one and only that can hold you tight. And you reach for her, but she's not with you.
Turn my back on no man's gun. Likewise with anyone. It's not so dangerous. It's not a smart thing to do. But if I had my choice. I'd take away his voice.
Tonight she's climbing up the hill. To rip the lights down from the cross. And crash landing again. Through the barstools again. I heard her cry out loud.
(Clint Black & Steve Wariner). . Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night. And wonder where you were. You need the one and only that can hold you tight.
Behind every good man stands a good woman. Though they might be looking a different way. While she's dealin' with one thing. I've got another thing comin'.
(Fearing/White). . I was born to be a traveler, I must have landed on my head. I used to dream that I was flying, I was falling out of bed. Then the family started moving, but some got left behind.
Her bed was made of feathers. Her heart was made of gold. My boots are made of leather. I walked out, left her alone. . CHORUS. . Boots and hearts. What's the difference?.
There's a burnin' silver lining, lighting up the sky. Ahead of someone's promise, the storm is passing by. I know I can't be with you, you're like a distant star.
(Waylon Jennings). . Lord it's the same old thing. Fiddle and guitar. Where do we take it from here?. Rhinestone suits new shiny car. It's been the same way for years.
Blackie and the Rodeo King. they were just good friends. Been to every rodeo. and they rode on every old train. Blackie lived out her life every night.
(Clint Black/Jerry Williams/David Bellamy). . In a world of confusion I follow my heart. Beyond all my shadows of doubt. Way past the illusions a true work of art.
I think of your room. I think of you there. I think of you dragging. Your body upstairs. With your bed and your chair. And your stale perfume. Never knew anybody.