Ain't no ride like a 65 Mustang. Ain't no cool like James Dean cool. Ain't no man alive tough as ol' John Wayne. And ain't no woman like you. . Ain't no rose like the yellow rose of Texas.
(Pat Terry/Tia Sillers). . She underdressed for the occasion. She wants to go back home and change. A maid of honor wearing waitress shoes,. Just looks strange.
(Jeffrey Steele/Al Anderson). . When it rains it pours. And man it's really comin' down. . Feels like the weight of the whole world. Knocked me to the ground.
I was on my way home. Been thinkin' 'bout you all day long. And how good it was gonna be. With your arms around me. . Then I saw that detour sign. Said they closed down I-29.
You left without saying I love you. And that makes three days in a row. Now that you're tired of pretending. It's time that I let you know. . I don't disagree with your feelings.
You spread your love like broken glass. Beautiful to see. Lead me down the garden path. Trying to make me bleed. Is that any way to treat your lover. Is that any way to treat your lover.
You tell me some days you wake up and you don't believe. Let's go climb the mountain if that's what it takes you to see. How far together we have come.
The curve of the earth tells me some things they won't be changing. The North Star, the dipper, the oceans and deserts. But over my shoulder everything's ashes and ruin.
Alabama high test got me in a big mess. Higher than a wild cat, runnin' from the wolf pack. They're gonna put me in the slammer. If they catch me with that Alabama high test.
Mother, I'm leaving. Mother, I'm gone. It seems like in this world there ain't much loving anymore. . Mama, I'm leaving. Mama, I'm gone. I ain't looking for redemption like a dog without a bone.
Oh where you lay. Your head tonight. I'll roll away alone. And close on down. . Take up your wings. And fly back out. And we'll pretend. Forget we're dead.
Another washout, brake lights showing. Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing. Let's hear the outline, I see where it's going. I know where it came from, a bubble in the moment.
Once upon a blue thing or two. Eyes in sight, the moon confused. We heard the sparks fly and we watched their lies. Some died in retreat, some in jealousy.
She's smooth as the gravel on a roadside creek bank. Sweet as the flower on a knotty pine casket. She's hot as the fire on the end of a cigarette. Rich as a church's Wednesday night basket.
had my suitcase packed for a trip to hell. when the Lord played a song on an old church bell. the devil just stood there tappin' his tow, saying. "hurry up girl, we gotta go".
chorus. tear this poorhouse down when you know how to build it back, hammer and nail between your heart and your hometown 'til you can carry this country on your back.
I'm an Alabama Nigger and I wanna be free. Hell with the N double A C P. . I dont drink. I dont cuss. I wanna ride on the front of the bus. . I'm an Alabama Nigger and I wanna be free.
Should the ground that's beneath us betray us tonight. And the whole damn thing goes up in flames. I will lay down beside you when it all gets too much.
I'm havin' a hard time tryin' to forget the blues. They're playin' lonely music on the jukebox. The song they're singin' makes me want to cry. Cause it reminds that you've gone and left me I feel a teardrop comin' to my eyes.
There was a time. I held you in my arms. Life was perfect. Complete, through and through. Now youre gone. And it shattered all to pieces. Im learnin to live.