(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then). If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised. You'd stare at the heavens with wide open eyes.
I heard the front door closing softly. As I awakened from my sleep. With the last touch of her kips, Lord. Like a whisper on my cheek. . And I cursed the sun for risin'.
Coutin' the hours countin' the days till I'll be back in your arms to stay. I left Lake Charleston on 72 and I drove the Highway 10. Took a ride at a second light and I turn back right again.
(William S. Pitts). . Come, come, come, come.. . Come to the church in the Wildwood. Oh, come to the church in the vale. No spot is so dear to my childhood.
It's cold as a well in Cincinnati jail. I ain't got nobody I ain't got nobody. Shouldn't have drunk that wine. It messed up my country mind. But I didn't know that pretty gal wasn't free.
I hearsay your new romance has faded. Just the way ours did sometime ago. I've lost count of all the times I've waited. For you to tell me that you've missed me so.
Chicken every Sunday mama everything's all right. Johnny was just a little boy the day his daddy died. And his mama had a hard time keepin' them both but the Lord knows how she tried.
She smiled and said if you are who I think you are I'd really like to meet you. I laughed and said if you are what I think you are I'd like to meet you too.
I keep changin' my mind just can't make up my mind. I've been workin' hard and dreamin' bout all the things we're gonna do. And how satisfyin' it would be to feel the world round me and you.
At the airport in Chicago Sunday night. A soldier and his pretty wife came by. She had brought him there to send him off to war. I heard him say now don't cry anymore.
Here I am a livin' fast smokin' Lucky's and talkin' trash. Hangin' out on a barroom stool actin' like a fool. Out of work and out of luck stay out late and I drink too much.
You speak and the words flow like honey your kiss holds a promise so sweet. But all of these things that you tell me you tell to each new love you meet.
Let me carry that old suitcase hon. And here's my hat to shade your pretty head from the sun. Let's keep moving down the road that has no end it seems.
They say for every boy there's a girl and she's waitin' somewhere in this world. It's all been planned to someone up above and I know it's written in the book of love.
Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his rounds. Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we'd throw down. He's hump-backed and wrinkled but unlike Van Winkel he doesn't sleep his life away.
They say there he sits in his big white wicker rocker. Eatin' candy coated cashews sippin' orange lemonade. While a sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows.
How many roads must a man walk down. Before you call him a man?. Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail. Before she sleeps in the sand?. Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly.
(I sit here and look at you, lonely room it's sad for lovers change their ways. Just like me you miss the love we once knew she's left me in the world of blue.
I had a bird he flew away. And I guess he's gone to stay. But I see him winging on his way. My flyaway bird named Yesterday. . He's over the place of my birth.
She was young and she was pretty a victim of a rich man's whim. When she met a wealthy gentleman Big Ben Colson and she had a child by him. Well he promised her a wedding that would give their child a name.