Alimony alimony work till my fingers are bloody and boney. Me oh my oh goodness sake I'm paying for my mistake. Ali-money I call it ali-money you married men may think it's funny.
Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story. About how to become an All American Boy. Buy you a guitar and put it in tune. You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon..
I'm calling from the station and I haven't got much time to let you know. Got a ticket for Missouri and there's things I need to say before I go. If I could I'd have you meet me but I don't see how I can.
Oh, the sound of the thing is not a ring. It's more like a pleasant purr. And the only sound I hear at night. Is the sound of my purring air-conditioner.
'Neath your feet you feel the world is shaking. And your dreams slowly sifting thro' your hand. But there's a place you'll never be forsaken. I'm a warm fire burning, not a candle in the wind..
Abilene, Abilene prettiest town I've ever seen. Women there don't treat you, mean in Abilene my Abilene. Crowded cities ain't nothing free nothing in this town for me.
Here am I a beggar. I never thought it would turn out like this. I'd be begging for your kiss. But I must have your love. . Here am I a beggar. I've reached the point of no return.
As far as you know. I've gotten over you. And I bet it makes it easy yeah. Bet you still believed. When you let me go. I made a clean goodbye. Like it didn't even phase me no.
Hey. . Well, five of the PM rolls around. There's a little old joint outside of town. I only got time for a couple of beers. And a jukebox song ringing in my ears.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
I give her all my love. That's all I do. And if you saw my love. You'd love her to. I love her. . She gives my everything. And tenderly. The kiss my lover brings.
You ought to see deacon Jones. When he rattles the bones,. Old parson Brown foolin' 'roun like a clown,. Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three,. Shoutin' "I'm full o' pep!.
Well she ain't got no cell phone. You got to call her when she's home. All of her clocks have got hands. Now don't try to e-mail her,. you've got to snail mail her.
I wish I had a dime for every bad time. But the bad times always seem to keep the change. You been all alone so you know what I'm sayin'. So when all you can recall is the pain.
She's sneaky like Tennessee whiskey. she always takes me by surprise. She feels safe, she feels risky. Got the devil in her angel eyes.. There's nothing I can't tell her;.
Oh a time there was I was feelin' so hopeless. It's a wonder I didn't cave in. I kept throwing love at all the wrong people. Never to see it again.. .
Chorus. Well it's a nickel for the fiddler. It's a nickel for his tune.. It's a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon.. And it's a high holiday on the 21st of June..
Baby don't let em' blow smoke up your dress. Don't let em' break your heart. Don't start thinkin' that life's a mess. You've done just fine so far. And when the ways of the world start getting you down.
Clouds in the sky never looked so gray. You've been savin' up your leavin' for a rainy day. You couldn't have picked a better time to say goodbye. . From my eyes the pain keeps pourin' through.
I know there's a lotta talk going around today. About cigarette smoking whittling your life away. I've seen it and I've heard it so many times. That finally it just started to prey on my mind.