Abilene, Abilene, prettiest town I've ever seen. Women there don't treat you mean. In Abilene, my Abilene. . I sit alone most every night. Watch those trains pull out of sight.
You take my hand, song starts to play. Softly you hold me, slowly we sway. You whisper sweet words of love. And I drift away. . I feel like I'm falling, under a spell.
Bobby still drives that old pickup truck. He had back in high school. Says he won't trade it in. 'Cause they don't make 'em like they used to. . His wife Donna got a picture of Elvis.
Where will we walk in heaven fair?. The streets are made of gold. Oh, what's beneath that shining path?. A dirt and gravel road. . The body is the earthly dust.
Heaven's Father, eternal Flame. Fulfill Your Word in Jesus' name. I'm reaching upward to the realms unseen. To hold Your Word in defiant belief. . Promise flowing through the grip of faith.
Atta boy girl, that a-way to break my heart. Atta boy girl, atta way to tear me apart. Yeah, you know how to do just what. To make me mad enough to blow my top.
As long as there's a hill there's a valley. As long as there's a valley then the river can flow free. As long as there's a sun there's a shadow. As long as there's a shadow there's a place for you and me.
As long as there's a hill, there's a valley. Long as there's a valley then the river can flow free. As long as there's a sun, there's a shadow. Long as there's a shadow, there's a place for you and me.
I ain't never traveled much but someday when the money's such. I'd like to see the world and all and maybe go through Arkansas. Arkansas Arkansas I just love ole Arkansas.
I like to stay up late and sleep late in the morning. I like to do things and I like the things I do. I like the feeling knowing you know how I feel about you.
When I was a little country boy I had a dream. Our family wasn't poor but rich instead. I took to the road instead of staying home to help. And that dream just withered up inside my head.
Well I fell in love in Texas when a little girl said to me. Come on back down here you all and let's grow a little honey tree. Well I bought myself a ticket and the train leaves by quarter to four.
Silence is simply the absence of sound. Darkness the absence of light. My life is made up of silence and darkness. Since the absence of you from my side.
I know how it feels to be alive with no desire to live. I know how it feels to die inside and try hard to forgive. And my way of finding out is 'cos a love just let me down.
Once more I've said that I leave you. But once more I'm changing my mind. Yours is a world I can't live in. But without you I can't live in mine. . You'd rather go places without me.
I'm not worried, 'cause I know. I'll forget you in a million years or so. . I'll miss you, but I know. I won't miss you but a million years or so. . How I loved you, loved you so.
A HEARTACHE FOR A KEEPSAKE. Writer Roger Miller. . A heartache for a keepsake. what a tragic souvenir. Now I know how it feels. when peoples dreams all disappear.
I hear tell you're doin' well. Good thing have come to you. I wish I had your happiness. And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do.
Her name was Stella. And she was old and gray. She had her rusty strings and keys. And the tuner, it took a pair of pliers. And lots of elbow grease. She awakened me to the melody.
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call. Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall. Youve seen it all, youve seen it all. . Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam.