(by George Jones). . I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick. on the cigarettes there in the ashtray.. Lying cold the way you left them,. but at least your lips caressed them.
For years we both have lived on pride, dear. And we agree that love is gone. Why, oh, why do we keep trying?. A house without love is not a home. . The love light in your eyes has faded.
I dreamed I saw Jesus last night. seated on a mountain in the moonlight.. His hands held a key to a cabin. that cabin I'd dreamed of all my life.. Money makes the rules we have to live by..
L.A. traffic is bad this time of year. But there's a friend of yours in California. Sure wishes you were here. And as you lay your head on your pillow tonight just remember.
High on a mountain in western Montana. A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky. Riding alone on a horse he called Music. With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye.
Why don't we liberate these United States. We're the one's who need it the worst. Let the rest of the world help us for a change. And let's rebuild America first.
If the 'Amber Waves Of Grain' should disappear. And there were no wheat or barley anywhere. Would we buy our bread and butter from the Toyota man. Would an Idaho spud be stamped 'Made In Japan'.
You're so cool, so hot. Shaking that thing with everything you got. In your jeans and your boots. Making all the country boys go ooh, ooh, ooh. Full moon, slow dance.
Some stranger is with her. For the first time tonight. What's a man to do. When he just can't win. And all the voices in my head. Are saying, cry your days away,.
He is a farmer.... That's what he likes to do. So was his father... and his grand-dad too. He looks out on his fields and. . All the work he's done. Curses his luck and the unrelenting sun.
She says she hates to sleep alone. but she'll do it to night. She wants to grab her telephone. but she knows it ain't right. So if he won't call, she'll survive.
Girl, you are a bird that flies away. As I'm reaching out to take you in my hand. At first, I believe your gonna stay. And I think I under stand. . You have shown me all your colors.
He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshield. Wore out spot where his hand lays in the wheel. Fourteen years of back and forth. Of work and church and honey do's.
No more than just a broken heart ago. I made a promise to myself I'd never. Trust someone again. Judging form my rough and rocky past. I wrote off love as just a game a fool will play and never win.
I never thought that this is where I'd settle down. I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown. They gave me this plot of land. Me and some other men, for a job well-done.
Ain't no whiskey in this glass. Try not to smoke too many cigarettes. I stay away from Mary Jane. These are my choices. . Ain't gonna judge you if you do.
No more than just a broken heart ago. I made a promise to myself I'd never. Trust someone again. Judging form my rough and rocky past. I wrote off love as just a game a fool will play and never win.
She wore a pink 'Bama do-rag. Smackin' on Juicy Fruit. Red clay stickin'. To her Timberland boots. . A tight white t-shirt. Showin' off her Talledega tan.
See that boy standing there by the dance floor. He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man. Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle. And an empty Copenhagen can.
It was a home run when the game was tied. A pick up truck when I could drive. One pink line when Katie said I'm late. It was a passing grade, a pretty girl.