I ride a big blue roan,. I carry all I own. In the pouches of my saddlebag. With my bedroll tied behind.. . There's a prairie in the sky. I'll find it by and by.
The moment we said good bye. Silence tore across the sky. The riverbed lay wide and dry. As far as I could see. And someone said. My ghost was found. Laying her burden down.
Was it something that I said. That turned your laughter into lead?. Did I pin too much of me onto you?. Or was I just too blind to see?. It wasn't love but sympathy..
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
Pour me another strong one, my baby just walked in the door. Tearing out my heart with her new love as she waltzes across that floor. Pour me another quick one I can't take this misery.
Don't be concerned it's time I learned. That those who play with fire get burned. But I'll be alright in a little while. But you'll be permanently lonely.
Oh you, poor, broke, mixed up mess of a heart. You let a little bitty woman gonna tear you all apart. I warned you a thousand times but you wouldn't listen or pay me no mind.
Take your cares off, put your boots on. I know a place where you can. Play the music loud, outside of town. Light it up and burn it down. . As the crow flies, in the cow pies.
I finally found the words to say. How long did I intend to stay. I know you've wondered now and then. How close our love is to the end. . I think it's only fair to let you know.
Rag tag little girl with big blue eyes and golden hair. Barely stands three feet above the ground. Dancin' for a handout at the Crockett County Fair. She cast a spell on everyone around.
I wouldn't call it a breakup. I hate to say it out loud, but I was just dumb. I thought we had something special. Just last night, I used the word "love".
PICK ME UP ON YOUR WAY DOWN. (Harlan Howard). '56 Tree Publishing. . You were mine for just a while now you're puttin' on the style. And you've never once looked back to your home across the track.
Started out late. In my dirty plaid coat. Watched my heel. Lift the dead satin dress. From the ground. One day I touched it with my hands. And it scattered like scared birds.
If you want to make some pickles. Take your time make some brine. Put all those little things you love. In vinegar and wine. It ain't Chinese algebra.