Why me Lord, what have I ever done. To deserve even one. Of the pleasures I've known. Tell me Lord, what did I ever do. That was worth loving you. Or the kindness you've shown..
Wild American. You're the one they never tamed. 'Cause you stood your ground. And they could not make you change. You're the warning they still don't understand.
Well, she didn't look as pretty as some others I have known. And she wasn't good at conversation when we were alone. But she had a way of making me believe that I belonged.
Go on and take her, it ain't no surprise boy. I knew that someday it had to come. Just let me offer a word to the wise, boy. Oh, take a good look at what you've won.
She's a little bit of the sunshine. Just before the rain. A little like this quiet night. Before the cold winds came. She's a little bit like the weather.
If a cheated man's a loser. And a cheater never wins. And if beggars can't be choosers. 'til they're weak and wealthy men. And the old keep getting older.
You can't defeat him, he's fighting for freedom. That's all he wanted, that's all he needs. You'll never beat him with weapons and money. There ain't no chain as strong as the will to be free.
Look at that old photograph. Is it really you. Smiling like a baby full of dreams. . Smiling ain't so easy now. Some are coming true. Nothing's simple as it seems.
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he had written, I saw that he was about a step away from dying, and I couldn't help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat the devil..
Break a man, break a promise. Break a heart, break a home. Take a long hard look at a heaven. Gone to hell under the gun. See the child, young and hungry.
We said our goodbyes long ago never thinking we'd miss each other so. All the memories we can't leave behind oh we must have been out of our minds. I thought I loved another not you how foolish I thought the same too.
I seen another soldier who got wasted in the war. He said he left his soul there overseas. The notion he defended doesn't matter anymore. And circumstance had brought him to his knees.
Well loving loving loving wo oh wo oh. Well what do you think about loving baby (it's alright). Well what do you think about loving baby (it's alright).
You never known anyone else but me. And now you're free, whatcha gonna do. When you're alone, you fall down. And I'm not around, whatcha gonna do. . And when you reach out for me.
WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON. . Look in the mirror, wipe the guilt from your eyes. Take a drink to chase the bitter taste left over from your lies. You go right back to the bottom every time my back is turned.
There's a song in my soul for the sun going down. When it dies at the end of the day. With the sadness descending as soft as the sound. Of the life that was slipping away.
Welcome to the years 2000 minus 25, oh say can you smell her for the smoke. God's still up there laughin', so she's gotta be alive. Who says he can't take a dirty joke.
Welcome to 2003 minus 25. Oh, say can you smell her for the smoke. God's still up there laughin' so He's gotta be alive. Who says He can't take a dirty joke.
There was a man named mahatma ghandi. He would not bow down, he would not fight. He knew the deal was down and dirty. And nothing wrong could make it right away.
I might have been a helpless soul. With nothing much in store. I might have been without a goal. Just dreams and nothing more. . I might have known life alone.