Bye bye love bye bye happiness hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry. Bye bye love bye bye sweet caress hello emptiness I feel like I could die. Bye bye my love goodbye.
I've got golden memories. I've got silver threads a-windin' through my hair. Oh baby, but I got good times enough to share. . I ain't young, but I ain't old.
I can't stop loving you. So I've made up my mind. To live in memory. Of such an old lonesome time. . I can't stop wanting you. It's useless to say. So I'll just live my life.
Where are you going i don't mind. I've killed my world and ive killed my time. So where do i go what do i see. I see many people coming after me. So where are you going to i dont mind.
Mary came home with smoke in her hair. and her stockings on crooked, but she didn't care. Feet tripping heavy, she climbed up the stairs. Don't you get between her and that easy chair.
Open Up Them Pearly Gates!. Grandpa Jones. . Listen, all you sinners!. If you want to get to Heaven, Heaven. Better get down on your knees and pray!. All you gambling skinners.
ROMANIZATION. . Deep blues Eyes. nan neoui nun-eul balaboda. bomyeon ppallyeo deul-eogal geos gat-a. . Deep blues Eyes. sikeuhan deus budeuleoun. ne miso nog-a beolil geos gat-a.
Merry, merry Christmas, baby. Sure did treat me nice. I said merry Christmas, baby. You sure did treat me nice. . Gave me diamond rings for Christmas.
Well, they're flickin' on the bar lights. Band's playin' one last song. And if you want another round, better order it now. It's last call. Crowds still rockin' and it's 2:01.
[Chorus:]. When it rains I pour a couple more rounds. 'Til the hurtin' and the heartache start to drown. I turn out the light, I turn up Dwight. And I lock my door when it rains.
I work a double shift on Monday. Tuesday I get up before dawn. Wednesday pouring coffee. Thursday night I'm tending the bar. Well, when Friday night rolls around.
In a sandalwood frame. We bought in New Mexico. I was wearin' the chain that old Indian made. That we practically stole. . Little shells in a jar. We found Hanalei Bay.
I've never done anything. That would bring a tear to your eye. I've never crossed the line. Or needed an alibi to cover up a lie. But darling I'll admit.
I work a double shift on Monday. Tuesday I get up before dawn. Wednesday pouring coffee. Thursday night I'm tending the bar. Well, when Friday night rolls around.
Morning light comes shinin' in. It don't break and it don't bend. It don't hide behind the blue. I wish I could be that true. Wakin' up's the hardest part.
He's got a sunburn on his left arm. From hanging out a Peterbilt window. Got a wife and three kids on the farm. He's driving just as fast as he can go.
I was born in the country on an old farm road. Worked hard for a livin' but I still stayed broke. Everything I had was either borrowed or loaned. Except my mobile home.
There's a place in the whiskey. Where I don't give a damn. I just love everybody. And everybody loves who I am. Bartender, hit me; won't you get me. To that place in the whiskey?.
Sometimes I cry for no good reason. Sometimes I fight when I ain't mad. Sometimes it hurts and I ain't bleeding. Sometimes I laugh when things go bad.
On his side of the bed. He's sleeping like a baby. Dreams are dancing in his head. Lying with his lady. It's a peaceful night. And everything's just fine.