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I saw you talking to a friend of mine. I asked him what you had to say. You told him that I wasn't doing so good. I guess I couldn't argue either way.
On a Friday night where I grew up there ain't a whole lot you can do. The same old faces, the same old places, ain't nothin' ever new. After the football game we'd hang around the high school parkin' lot.
I hear, a voice say "Don't be so blind". It's telling me all these things. That you would probably hide. Am I, your one and only desire. Am I the reason you breathe.
If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time. Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
Rain beatin' down on a midnight moon. Oh baby, I'll be leavin' soon. Take me away. . The winds are howlin' like an old freight train. Oh babe, these are the winds of change.
A little book store on a side street. I thought sure that I'd be safe. But there you were, there with her. Buying books on some romantic place. . What you see in her is such a mystery to me.
I used to talk about coincidence. And how true love is only found by chance. Now I look at you and I'm convinced. There are no accidents. . I can see that every time I chose.
Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed, when I die?. Repeat. Who's, gonna make up my dyin' bed? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed?. Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed, when I die?.
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind. They're always controlled, they're always confined. Controlled by their parents until they are wives. Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives.
He's three-feet tall and four years old. An' still believes that I can do no wrong. When I get home at five o'clock. He's waitin' with that Cowboys jersey on.
I don't like gettin' up too early. I like stayin' up watchin' late night TV. Sometimes I get my kicks from Dave's stupid human tricks. Oh, but that's just me, that's just me.
I don't have too much to say. About those things anyway. The weather's cold or it's hot. It's either wet or it's not. . I'm no expert on life. I just try to do right.
Her name was Sarah Jean, it was a night like this. In front of the Dairy Queen, she gave me my first kiss. I was just ten years old, so I never knew. She was teaching me how to love you.
I blew out all my plans, the world fell in my hands. The day that I began trying to love you. The secrets I have kept, the nights I haven't slept. I've laughed until I've wept trying to love you.
(Beth Nielsen Chapman/Mat Rollings). . There are songs I love that catch my breath. . When the first chord starts to play. Effortless and true, it's funny but I knew.
I can't believe that after all this time. You keep slipping back across my mind. Did we, maybe leave a love behind. Afraid of what we felt. . Other loves I've had have come and gone.