Hello Grandma. How is your granddaughter. Hello Grandma. How is that little girl. I've been kind of out of touch. But I thought I would call her. Is she at home.
Once upon a time ago. Way up in the land of sleet and snow. How this fairy tale would go. I could not have known. . I had searched around this world so mean.
It's a sunny day in California. But that old sun it's shining on me right here at home. It's one of those days. When those great ideas they just seem to fall out on you.
Who keeps on trusting you. When you've been cheating. And spending your nights on the town. And who keeps on saying that he still wants you. When you're through running around.
Pack the sofa. And pack the old arm chair. Tell the china. To ask the silverware. To pray we find that. They speak the language there. And say good-bye to carolina.
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I'm a traveling man don't tie me down. There's just too much living going all around. A man he's got to see what he can see. I love the road and I love the air.
Honey put down that flyswatter. And pour me some ice water. And would you bring me my hammer. And could you find me some nails. For soon I'll be going.
Way down yonder on the bayou. There lives a little girl-o. Skin so pale. Six feet high. Skinny as a rail. Just one eye. . She's the one-eyed Fiona. She's the one-eyed Fiona.
Day's full of rain. The sky's coming down again. I get so tired. Of these same old blues. . Same old song. And baby it won't be long. 'Til I'll be tying on.
I said I don't like hippies. And I don't like cornbread. And I don't like much. I said I don't hippies. And I don't like cornbread. And I don't like much.
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Let's have a hand for that young cowboy. And wish him better luck next time. And hope we see him up in Fargo. Or somewhere farther down the line. This time he sure drew a bad one.
When I saw the ambulance. Screaming down Main Street. I didn't give it a thought. But it was my Uncle Eugene. He died on October the second 1981. . And my Uncle Wilbert.
Empty blue shoes. And empty brown bottles. It's the VW blues. Bare feet to the floor. . You just might die. when you make colorado. and the plaines lie behind you.
[Originally by Nanci Griffith]. . And she has a dress of laces. It's worn in many places. The shoulder hangs upon her by a thread. And she has a need for sharin'.
Lately you leave me in a cold state of mind. Your goodbyes are never on time. The blues just keep coming and drying out your eyes. Don't you think I feel it, too?.
Man you better let go. You can't hold on to. What belongs to me. And don't belong to you. . I caught you looking. With your roving eye. So mister you don't have to act.
Go if you must go. Turn if you must turn away. Don't cry a tear for me. . Laugh if you can smile. Run if you're walking away. Don't cry a tear for me.
Interstate 610, Highway 45. A sun-drunk redneck barely left me alive. That's when I saw her, singin' and laughin'. Tryin' to pass me in a Volkswagen. .