She loves the music, tells the tales of her heart. And she listens closely to the beats and the parts. She likes the songs that make her cry. And ones that pick her up and make her high..
(Hugh Martin/Ralph Blane). . Have yourself a merry little Christmas,. Let your heart be light. From now on, our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas,.
The girl's wouldn't look anything like they do. Can't imagine my life without dresses and shoes. Or never taking a sunset from a front porch swing. Or make any sense of the pleasure love brings.
Lace-up boots and faded jeans. A homemade sandwich, a half jug of tea. Average Joe, average pay. Same ol' end and same ol' day. . But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer.
You called it quits. And hung up the phone. Now go love. The one you choose. . And my friends say I should be happy. But if I'm happy. This is a good imitation of the blues.
Work, work all week long. Punchin' that clock from dusk till dawn.. Countin' the days till Friday night. That's when all the conditions are right.. For a good time.
here i am alone again tonight. in this old empty house. its hard to learn what you don't think you need. that you can't live without. never leave the sound of the telephone.
Let me just say for the sake of conversation. If there's such a thing as reincarnation. But don't you go cryin' for me when I'm gone. 'Cause I'm gonna come back as a country song.
I had a dream last night. I was floating down that black water. Kick back on the Mississippi. On a raft with ol' Tom Sawyer. He got restless down around Memphis.
She's been playing in a room on a strip. For ten years in Vegas. Every night she looks in the mirror. But she only ages. She's been reading about Nashville.
Just another bar. With loud guitars. Smoke and candles burning low. And the same ol' boys. Their backs to the bar. Staring across a crowded floor. Then I hear a familiar sound.
(Larry Shell/Larry Cordle). . Nobody saw them running. From 16th Avenue. They never found the fingerprints. Or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music.
Flaws, everybody's got 'em. You can bet your last two dollars. There ain't no ten's. All them flaws. One's you can't weather you caused them. Scars or tattoo's that went rotten.
I just came down from Chippewa*. Had as station wagon and a hundred dollars. Thinking about the girl I'd lost a year before. I hadn't seen her for some time.
(Alan Jackson). . I was fifteen, she was eighteen. The prettiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. I loved her at first sight. I found her in Marietta, a town north of Atlanta.
Coffee keeps me up and I can't sleep. And when I drink too much then I can't eat. Losing you has led me to believe. Everything I love is killin' me. .
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The love you thought was dead and gone. Somehow keeps on hanging on. Even when your heart has left it far behind. Just when you have turned the page. It seems to find a way.
It's hard to describe. You're like nothing, I've ever known in my life. Time is flowing from down deep, inside your eyes. So selfless and complete. . A beauty in and out.
It was painted red, the stripe was white. It was feet, from the bow to stern light. Secondhand, from a dealer in Atlanta. I rode up with daddy, when he went there to get her.