On a long lonesome journey I am going. So my sweet little darling don't cry. For in shackles and chains they will take me. To a prison to live till I die.
I saw her through the window today. D Bm. She was sittin' in the Silver Spoon cafe. G. I started to keep going. D Bm. But something made me stop. G A Bm.
My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy. My momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay. And I was just fifteen when I ached inside to wonder.
You know as a child, he heard tell of the seven mile bridge. That connected on marathon shore. Yes and it was the gateway key west his grandpa. Had told him ten times or more.
That new tattoo still stung just a little. The old guy said "Well, what do you think?. Is this what you wanted?. Just the word 'freedom'. Surrounded by eagles' wings".
A yellow two piece, black Ray Bans. Your bare feet, covered in sand. White jet trails across the blue sky. Your pony tail showing off the sunshine. Like a ṗost card, out of no where.
I do my best to play by the rules. I've bend a couple even break a few. Don't get me wrong, I wanna do right. I just can't seem to live in a virtuous light.
Someday she wants a big ol' house. Sittin' on a big ol' hill. And a mile long tree lined driveway. For her big ol' Coupe DeVille. Yes, someday she wants a big ol' bank account.
Silver bells, silver bells,. It's Christmas time in the city.. Ring-a-ling, hear them ring,. Soon it will be Christmas day.. . City sidewalk, busy sidewalks.
I'll be glad to sign my autograph. If you want me to. God knows I love singing. It's what I was born to do. You see me up there center stage. In the spotlight for awhile.
I wonder if you've had the time it takes,. To think it over.. To sort out all the feelin's in your mind,. Sometimes I think you found someone. To do your thinkin' for ya, cause.
Silent night, holy night!. All is calm, all is bright.. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.. Holy infant so tender and mild,. Sleep in heavenly peace,.
She likes daisies over diamonds. You oughta see her face when I bring 'em home. She spends most her morning talking to Jesus. And at night it's wine and an old Keith Whitley song.
I wonder if you've had the time it takes,. To think it over.. To sort out all the feelin's in your mind,. Sometimes I think you found someone. To do your thinkin' for ya, cause.
I'm the luckiest man in this old world. Cause I got the love of a sweet little girl. Yeah I'm as amazed as I can be. I swear I don't see what she sees in me.
So you lit her cigarette. You're feelin' pretty good. You think you've got a shot. Most girls you probably would. Yeah this is that kind of place. But she ain't that kind of girl.
Yeah, I saw you watching me tonight from across the room. I appreciate the drink, that was nice of you. Thanks for coming out to see me, I hope you liked the show.
I don't want a fast car. Don't need a four lane highway. There's not another place I'd rather be. 'Cause out here in the country. Bluebirds sing for nothing.
Keep your arms open wide love,. 'Cause I'm coming home,. I don't know where I am but I don't care,. 'Cause I know where I'm going.. I'm going where the voices,.
We could go down to the lake. Throw off our shoes. Jump into the water like there's nothing to lose. Sky don't get no bluer, love don't get no truer than this.