Won't you let me tell you 'bout Mary?. I promise, it won't take me very long. 'Cause all I have to say about Mary. Is, I'm afraid, my Mary's gone wrong.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. . But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn.
When I was just a lad of ten my father said to me. Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree. Don't put your fate in love my boy my father said to me.
LEAVE MY BABY ALONE. (Harlan Howard - Bobby Bare). '64 Tree Publishing. RECORDED BY WANDA JACKSON. . Don't you be a tellin' my baby lies. You better leave my baby alone.
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through. Someone's gonna pay for the things you do. How many will it take how many hearts must break. Just to satisfy you just to satisfy you.
Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk someone said he stumbled and he fell. Six squad cars came screamin' to the rescue hauled old Billy Dalton off to jail.
I am weak but Thou art strong Jesus keep me from all wrong. I'll be satisfied as long as I walk let me walk close to Thee. Just a closer walk with Thee grant it Jesus is my plea.
I watch the sky that brightens with the dawn. And I know this night with you is almost gone. And I memorize each moment of the special thing that's been.
I come from just the other side of nowhere to this big time lonesome town. They got a lotta ice and snow here half as cold as all the people I found. Every way I've tried to go here seems to bring me down.
See the Sunday morning wino slowly shufflin' down the street. The only God he knows clutched in his hand. And heaven's just a drink from his bottle and Jesus Christ to him is just another man.
Well I've been a trucker more than twenty years. From the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers. Sharin' the road with race car nuts and loggers. Sunday drivers scouts on hikes Hells Angels on Harley bikes.
Deep in the pocket of an old sport coat jacket I chanced to discover an old memory. Three for a quarter black and white picture takin' up Jennifer Johnson and me.
I've heard all the songs you're singing today there's one thing I don't understand. That's why you don't sing more songs about Jesus my hero. Yes Jesus Christ now there was a man.
The moon hid its light and the midnight was still. And they had their last quarrel on top of the hill. And she said to him, please, as they stood in the mist.
Go away from my window leave at your own chosen speed. I'm not the one you want babe I'm not the one that you need. You say you're looking for someone never weak but always strong.
I can hear the footsteps walkin' by my bedside Lord she's leavin'. I can smell her perfume driftin' through my room. If I try to make her stay I'd know she couldn't even hear me.
Is it wrong for loving you is it wrong for being true. Tell me please tell me dear is it wrong. Have I waited for so long has your love for me gone. Is it wrong is it wrong for loving you.
I been wired since I can't remember when. You seen me out most every night with a dissipated grin. All my life I been been ribald, loose and loud now I think I'm finally wearin' down.
Have you seen Amanda Blaine in the Hills of Shiloh. Wandering through the morning rain in the Hills of Shiloh. Have you seen her at her door listening for the cannon roar.
[ Both ]. In the misty moonlight by the flickering firelight. [ Skeeter ]. Any place is all right long as I'm with you. [ Both ]. In a faraway land on the tropic sea sand.