It's a way of mine to say just what I'm thinking. And to do the things I really want to do. And you want to change the part of me I'm proud of. So I can't be myself, when I'm with you.
I've had good luck and bad luck. And no luck, it's true. But I always get lucky with you. I've been turned on and turned down. When the bars close up too.
I came close so close to failure. I came close to living alone. I know the kids still love me and their mama. But I came so close to losing my home. .
Well there's been sayin' goin' round I began to think it's true. It's awful hard to love someone when they don't care about you. Once I had a lovin' gal the sweetest little thing in town.
That old white haired judge in Dallas. Didn't pay my story no mind. They're takin' me down to Huntsville. I'm bringin' in a load of time. . They caught me on a caper that I planned for days.
Well there's been sayin' goin' round I began to think it's true. It's awful hard to love someone when they don't care about you. Once I had a lovin' gal the sweetest little thing in town.
My house of memories. Is all I own. I live in misery. Now that you're gone. A constant reminder. Of what used to be. Is torturing me. In my house of memories.
A canvas-covered cabin in a crowded labour camp. Stand out in this memory I revived. 'Cause my daddy raised a family there, with two hard-working hands.
I'm a honky-tonk nighttime man. I can't stand no light. I'm a honky-tonk nighttime man. I can't stand no light. I get my rest in the daytime. I make my running 'round at night.
Holding things together. Ain't no easy thing to do. When it comes to raisin' children. It's a job - meant for two. Alice please believe me. I can't go on and on.
It may be down the south in Alabama. Or maybe just a little old one horse town. It could be on the back streets of Chicago. But if it's home it's still the greatest place around.
Hobo Bill-why. Riding on that eastbound freight train speeding through the night. Hobo Bill a railroad bum was fighting for his life. The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
Ho-bo Bill-Y. Riding on that eastbound freight train speeding through the night. Hobo Bill a railroad bum was fighting for his life. The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
I have often dreamed of a far off place. Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me. Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face. And a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be.
High on a hilltop overlooking a city. I can see the bright lights as they gleam. And somewhere you're dancing in some dingy bar room. And the lure of the gay life takes the place of our dream.
All aboard America here comes the freedom train. All aboard America here comes the freedom train. . The freedom train is rolling down two hundred years of track.
It's four a.m. in New York City three a.m. in Dallas. The night is still early here in Frisco. Market street's still going the same old shows are showing.
All aboard America here comes the freedom train. All aboard America here comes the freedom train. . The freedom train is rolling down two hundred years of track.
Hello Mr. D.J. wont you play a song for me`. The girl I love just said good-by and I'm blue as I can be. Oh please Mr. D.J. play that song I heard you play.
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife. But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'. Long as my two hands are fit to use.