Well, if the whiskey doesn't get me, I know the memories will. 'Cause you left a hole in my heart, that's too deep to fill. But a drink or two, maybe three or four, for a while you're out of sight.
A man, can, cry. A love can surely die. They're not fear to stay. The sunshine and the rain. But let me, oh let me, tell you baby. I'm still in love with you.
When I was a young man I carried a pack. I lived the free life of a rover. From the Murray's green basin till the dusty outback. I waltzed my matilda right over.
You've got the boots,. You've got the buckle. You've got the Stetson's cowboy hat. You've got the creases in your Wranglers,. And the Skoal ring in the back.
I been workin' on the farm. Just me and my brother Jack. Choppin' a sea of cotton. 'Till I thought I'd break my back. Everything changed. When my daddy got hurt.
Avec le temps. Avec le temps, va, tout s'en va. On oublie le visage et l'on oublie la voix. Le cœur, quand ça bat plus, c'est pas la peine d'aller. Chercher plus loin, faut laisser faire et c'est très bien.
Tu viens encore chaque nuit. Visiter mon jardin enfoui. Comme une traînée d'or effilochée. Toi la douce trace hurlante. . Dors mon ange de désolation.
If your paycheck depends on the weather and the clock. If your conversation calls for a little more than a coffee pot. If you need to pour your heart out and try to rectify some.
Six o'clock on Friday evening. Momma doesn' t know she's leaving. 'Til she hears the screen door slamming. Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming. Local country station just a blaring on the radio.
No one to talk with. All by myself. No one to walk with. But I'm happy on the shelf. Ain't misbehavin'. I'm savin' my love for you. . I know for certain.
Maybe I didn't love you. Quite as often as I could have. Maybe I didn't treat you. Quite as good as I should have. If I made you feel second best. Girl I'm sorry I was blind.
If you had not have fallen. Then I would not have found you. Angel flying too close to the ground. I patched up your broken wing and hung around for a while.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. The emblem of suffering and shame;. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain..
I plopped down in my easy chair and turned on Channel 2. A bad gunslinger called Salty Sam was chasin' poor Sweet Sue. He trapped her in the old sawmill and said with an evil laugh,.
When I go, don't cry for me. In my father's arms I'll be. The wounds this world left on my sou. L will all be healed, and I'll be whole. Sun and moon will be replaced with the light of Jesus' face.
The rivers are swollen. We got a flood on our hands. Get out the buckets. And the pots and pans. . Mama, put the pictures. In the old wooden boat. Billy, get the baby.
Folks call me a maverick. Guess I ain't too diplomatic. I just never been the kind to go along. Just avoidin' confrontation. For the sake of conformation.
There was a band called bud, made electric mud. Rode around town in a beat up van. Smokin marijuana like every other band.. They set their hair on fire. Strung thier guitars with barbed wire. Danced in the rain, and sang at the Sunny, just live in the van when they ain't got no money..
The big moon is risin' so bright in the sky. But it won't shine brighter than the stars in your eyes. It rises above me so bright and so blue. And I won't see anyone, as lovely as you.
Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat.. If you haven't got a penny, then a ha' penny will do.. If you haven't got a ha' penny, then God bless you!.