Oh, somewhere the music's playin' soft and low. And a stranger holds the one that I love so. I was blind, I couldn't see that you meant the world to me.
Today tomorrow and forever that's how long our love will last. I'll never stop loving you no never today tomorrow and forever. . We've got the kind of love most people dream about.
Tonight I'm all alone in my lonely room outside the rain is falling slowly on. And when I close my eyes that's when I realize inside me something keeps calling.
Oh they say that country music's gone to town. Hold your flocks and put on the cap and gown. What's the country boy to do what's this world a comin' to.
Working in the red hot sun paying for the wrong I done. Work's so hard here at the County farm. My calloused hands that hold the fork pitchin' hay until it's dark.
Within my prison cell so dreary alone I sit with aching heart. I'm thinking of my lonely darling from her forever I must part. A rose she sent me as a token she sent it just to light my gloom.
COUNTRY BO-BO. (Porter Wagoner). '73 Owepar Publishing. . Now Bo-Bo is a slender boy lives on the outside of town. Bo-Bo he's a dancin' fool he can pick 'em up and lay 'em down.
Oh mama I'm excited I'm almost out of breath. What I saw the light that made me run myself to death. I was on the mountain side when I looked down below.
I'm just askin' you to listen not to understand. These confessions of a broken man. . I don't know where my story starts or I'd go back to them. All I know it's a sad sad tale so for it has no end.
I was talkin' to a farmer not long ago. His face was all brown and wrinkled and his hair was as white as snow. I'd gone for a drive out in the country when I stopped at his place.
There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor. He thinks he's Hank Williams hear him singing through the door. There's a girl in 203, who stops by to visit me.
Come on in, sit right down, make yourself at home. . If I had one wish, I wish I could go back to my old neighborhood. For the good folks, they all loved you as their own, then I'd go.
Everyone needs someone they feel that they can run to. Let me be your someone the one you always come to. I wish you only happiness but that won't always be.
Now and then here and there I still see her. Sometimes my mem'ry lets me hear her voice so soft and low. But like the wind she travels in she seems to come and go.
I got back in town a day before I'd planned to. I smiled and said, I'll sure surprise my wife. I don't think I'll phone, I'll just head on home. For I didn't know the cold hard facts of life.
COAT OF MANY COLORS. Writer Dolly Parton. . Back through the years I go wandering once again. Back to the seasons of my youth. I recall a box of rags that someone gave us.
In tomorrow's newspaper you'll read about me but they won't tell the story I know. For they'll only say he plunged yesterday to the cold dark waters below.
A wino we called Charley had a picture that he wore around his neck upon a chain. But you couldn't see the face in Charley's picture. Just long brown hair and a poem in the frame.
Take me far across the wide Missoury. To reach where wild oak trees grow tall and slim. To little hillside farm in Hopewell County. Let me see my childhood playgroung once again.
Christina our first born you are so soft and warm. As you lie between us softly sleeping. We gaze in admiration at God's tiny creation. And thank him and ask for your safe keeping.