Silver bells, silver bells,. It's Christmas time in the city.. Ring-a-ling, hear them ring,. Soon it will be Christmas day.. . City sidewalk, busy sidewalks.
I'll be glad to sign my autograph. If you want me to. God knows I love singing. It's what I was born to do. You see me up there center stage. In the spotlight for awhile.
I wonder if you've had the time it takes,. To think it over.. To sort out all the feelin's in your mind,. Sometimes I think you found someone. To do your thinkin' for ya, cause.
Silent night, holy night!. All is calm, all is bright.. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.. Holy infant so tender and mild,. Sleep in heavenly peace,.
She likes daisies over diamonds. You oughta see her face when I bring 'em home. She spends most her morning talking to Jesus. And at night it's wine and an old Keith Whitley song.
I wonder if you've had the time it takes,. To think it over.. To sort out all the feelin's in your mind,. Sometimes I think you found someone. To do your thinkin' for ya, cause.
I'm the luckiest man in this old world. Cause I got the love of a sweet little girl. Yeah I'm as amazed as I can be. I swear I don't see what she sees in me.
So you lit her cigarette. You're feelin' pretty good. You think you've got a shot. Most girls you probably would. Yeah this is that kind of place. But she ain't that kind of girl.
Yeah, I saw you watching me tonight from across the room. I appreciate the drink, that was nice of you. Thanks for coming out to see me, I hope you liked the show.
Somewhere in Vietnam. A nineteen year old soldier stumbled from a bar room. He said I must be seeing things. That bourbon hit me like a baseball bat. In Belfast, Ireland a little lady dropped her shovel in her garden.
I don't want a fast car. Don't need a four lane highway. There's not another place I'd rather be. 'Cause out here in the country. Bluebirds sing for nothing.
I'm dustin' off Hank and I'm puttin' him on. And I'm gonna drink one and listen to a country song. The way it sounded in nineteen-fifty-two. I'm takin' some old things, and makin' 'em new.
I love real things built to last. Hardwood floors and stone fireplaces. And lookin' back on the past. . Ice cold beer, fish that fight. Wise, old bucks and old timer's.
I pulled out in a dusty cloud on a hot night in July. With big tears rollin' down she waved goodbye. Just out of my teens with foolish dreams and big stars in my eyes.
Sun-burned and wonderin', how I wound up here. Edge of a dock, one flip flop, half of a six-pack of beer. Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world.
Oh holy night!. The stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior's birth!. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth..
From time to time,. I'll meet the boys for one or two rounds. But I don't mind,. Lettin' somebody else close the bar down.. Most of my wilder days have come and gone.
My father died. a year ago today. the rooster started crowing. when they carried dad away. there beside my mother. in the livingroom I stood. with my brother and my sister knowin.
I knew I'd be blue, I knew I'd be sad,. I was sure your goodbye was gonna hurt me bad.. Counted on days of lonely old nights. Hoped that I'd forgive and forget with a little time.
Just when every ray of hope was gone. I should have known that you would come along. I can't believe I ever doubted you. My old friend the blues. . Another lonely night, a nameless town.