I never made it back to Boston. I've always been a rambling man. But by the time I got to Phoenix. She didn't quite fit in my plans. . I lost my heart in San Francisco.
Last night she made it plain she didn't want me today I woke later and alone. Tomorrow I'll be turnin' to the bottle tonight I'll be cold and all alone.
You got a one horse ranch in Texas you got a mansion in Spain. You blew in on a Greyhound bus honey you flew in your own plane. You got drunk on whiskey seen you get tipsy on wine.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten. And children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow..
My oh my, you're so good looking. Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends. But I've not tasted all you're cooking. Who are you when I'm not looking.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,. In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight,. We're happy tonight,. Walking in a winter wonderland.. . Gone away is the bluebird,.
We all go home. . You're eating strawberry pie in a mid-town diner. Next thing you know you're back in south Carolina. Stuffing your mouth at grandma's house.
What's, a, guy gotta do to get a girl in this town. Don't want to be alone when the sun goes down. Just a sweet little somethin' to put my arms around.
In the little town where I am from. There's a two-way street that everybody runs. Big silver moon shines through the pines. Just about says it for our skyline.
You wait, but the sun has told you lies,. It sits laughing in an empty sky. There's one thing that I can't do without,. But I can see through those sullen eyes that have turned away from me.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now but I won't be worried long.
The year is two thousand and eighty. And hardly a highway remains. Gone are the days of the diesel. And songs about wrecks in the rain. The Macs and MacLeans have all rusted away.
I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes and the noodles and the marrow bone. But it really wadn't nothin' but some water and potatoes. And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.
I watch you most every night see you in the front porch lights. You and him sittin' in a swing radio playin' through the screen. Wilma Lou Wilma Lou don' let that boy put his hands on you.
The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked like a drunk old fool. And I knew if I hit him right why I could knock him off of that stool. But everybody they said watch out hey that's the Tiger Man McCool.
I appreciate the coffee that you made I appreciate the shelter of your roof. I'll pay you back someday for all the kindness and all the other liberties I took.
On that first day of March the day that she was born. Wild as the wind was on the Friday morn. They all say that she looked evil even then. When her daddy smiled and said that she looked wild as the wind.
Bobby Bare. Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore. I was a guard and he was doing time. In the three long years he stayed there I got to know him well.
I wonder which one of us is to blame. The nicest thing that's come my way is you but I cannot offer you my heart or name. Oh it isn't fair to do me like you do I wonder which one of us is to blame.
We both know a certain party I won't mention any names. But you think you love this party who's brought me so much pain. I don't know what he's told you but I'll bet you think he's free.