Ships go out I see them every day. Ships go out I watch them sail away. And on the decks I see my smiling friends. Ships go out but they never do come in.
I'm humming as I walk this house and do my daily chores. When I put the broom away I see the dress that Alice wore. It's hanging in the closet sadly sagging without form.
Well I met a man in Montgomery Alabama. I was waitin' on a bus and he was shinin' shoes and I heard him say. I'm a shoeshine man number one in the land.
Too doo dup too doo doo doo doo doo. You're just a little baby boy six months old lying in your mama's lap. I'm sittin' here thinkin' of a song I could sing to get you to take a nap.
Now that I know what I know why did the learning come so slow. There are deeds that I have done there in the songs I've sung. And no building stands with my name on the side.
She's been climbin' up in the world I've been slidin' on down. Her life is like a French poodle mine's like an old fox hound. You wouldn't believe that I know her it hurts me through and through.
If you ever worry, will I be true. Don't you worry, I'll be true. And I'll be true, sky blue true. I'll be true, sky blue true. . As blue as the skies, as blue as your eyes.
Boys and girls take warning. If you go near the lake. Keep your eyes wide open. And look for sneaky snake. . Now, maybe you won't see him. And maybe you won't hear.
I'll follow my dreams like a soldier of fortune. I'd rather chase rainbows than stay here. And grow old and never know. . How high I could fly if I reach for the sky.
I hate to write this song I never wanted to. But after all, Curt writin' songs is what I do. Right now the paper's staring at me, cold and blank. Defying me to even try express my thanks.
Do you like true stories? I do. That's why I'm singing this song. A song about one legged chicken. Who lives in the straw on the floor in my barn. . I remember the day she was hatched out.
He sits with the guitar on his knee. Thinking of love that he's had. If it makes a sound, he writes it down. He's a songwriter. . He's trying to paint.
Take these arms of mine, throw them away. They're just souvenirs of some other day. Take these lips of mine, they're useless to me. They're just souvenirs of things that used to be.
I don't know what I'm doing here, I could be someplace else. Like in Atlanta drinkin' wine, wine, wine. I don't know what I'm doing here, I should be someplace else.
I saw an eagle catch a fish crossed my fingers made a wish. He flew away to clear blue skies the way an eagle flies. I saw the sun rise o'er the sea through the clouds he winked at me.
You know what I've been doin' honey since you said goodbye. I've been gettin' close to walkin' my one millionth mile. I walked the floor so much just thinkin' where could you be.
I was sittin' down in Hong Kong in a bar. Picking and a singing my way west with my guitar. I talked to some old sailor just to pass away the time. And he said something that stuck in my mind.
Summer comes laughing to Strawberry Farms. Have you ever been there, where the wind never blows. Summer comes early to Strawberry Farms. Oh the sun always shines, but an orphan can't go.
Out on the edge of town I bought a two room brick. Moved in as soon as I got the plumbin' all fixed. Making them payments worked my fingers to the bone.
Sweet dreams of you. Every night I go through. Why can't I forget you and start my life anew. Instead of having sweet dreams about you. . You don't love me, it's plain.