I CRIED AGAIN. Writer Autry Inman. . TEARDROPS FELL THE NIGHT YOU SAID I LOVE YOU DEAR THEN YOU WERE WED I WATCHED YOU WHILE YOU HELD HIS HAND THEN I BOWED MY HEAD AND CRIED AGAIN 1ST CHORUS I CRIED AGAIN WHEN I REACHED HOME THERE SET YOUR PICTURE ALL ALONE I THOUGHT OF THINGS THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THEN I BOWED MY HEAD AND CRIED AGAIN I TOOK YOUR LETTERS FROM THE SHELF AND I READ ALOUD JUST TO MYSELF AND JUST BEFORE I REACHED THE END I BOWED MY HEAD AND CRIED AGAIN 2ND CHORUS I THOUGHT OF NIGHTS SO LONG AGO AND OF THE LOVE I WANTED SO AND THEN HOW FATE HAD TOOK HAND THEN I BOWED MY HEAD AND CRIED AGAIN THEN I BOWED MY HEAD AND CRIED AGAIN.
I can't live with you and I can't live without you what in the world am I to do. When we're together it's a fight to the finish when we're apart I'm sad and blue.
I couldn't care less, couldn't care less. That's what I'll say when they ask me about you. Try to hold on too proud but they know I lie. When I say, I couldn't care less for you.
I betcha my heart I love ya I betcha my dreams are of ya. That's why I sing so loud I'm floatin' on the cloud I betcha my heart I love ya. I woke up this morning so early remembered your hair was curly.
I can lose myself in the beauty of a song I can climb to the top of a cloud in the sky. I can soar through the heavens like a graceful eagle. I can swing from the wings of a butterfly.
I BELIEVE. Writers Ervin Drake, Irvin Graham, Al Stillman, Jimmy Shirl. . I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows I believe for everyone who goes astray someone will come to show the way I believe, I believe I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word Every time I hear a newborn baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky Then I know why I believe Every time I hear a newborn baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky Then I know why I believe (why I believe).
Howdy neighbor howdy get out and come right in. We'll make a bowl of gravy to sop your biscuits in. Boil a pot of coffee and bake a big fat hen. Cook another country ham to feed a hundred men.
With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigarettes. There were no tears of sorrow no tears of regrets. In a plain wooden casket the county laid him away.
From the start I promised you that I would always be. Waiting here at anytime you ever needed me. I love you then and I love you now as I always will.
I've hurt all who loved me they don't understand that my life is out of control. All that really matters is this bottle in my hand how far down can I go.
How high high high high is the mountain when you're lonely it reaches the sky. But when you're in love it don't seem as tall. When you're happy in love there's no mountain at all.
HOW CAN YOU REFUSE HIM NOW. Writer Hank William. . How can you refuse him now how can you refuse him now. How can you turn away from his side. With tears in his eyes on the cross there he died.
On a park bench on sunny afternoon sat a young boy and a girl bout seventeen. As we stood so closely by watched them hold each other's hand. On their faces love had written we're making plans.
A squeaky gate a welcome lock a big shaggy dog that lives out back. And some might even call it a shack but this is the house where love lives. The paint is peelin' off of the cells the mailbox is full of bills.
HOW BEAUTIFUL HEAVEN MUST BE. 18 GRAND OLD GOSPEL SONGS (2005). Traditional. . We read of a place that's called heaven It's made for the pure and the free These truths in God's Word He hath given How beautiful heaven must be How beautiful heaven must be ( must be ) Sweet home of the happy and free Fair heaven of rest for the weary How beautiful heaven must be In heaven no drooping nor pining No wishing for elsewhere to be God's light is forever there shining How beautiful heaven must be * Refrain Pure waters of life there are flowing And all who will drink may be free Rare jewels of splendor are glowing How beautiful heaven must be * Refrain The angels so sweetly are singing Up there by the beautiful sea Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing How beautiful must be * Refrain.
HOUSE OF MULBERRY STREET. Writer Damon Black. . THERE WAS OLD DAN, AND SKIP, SCOOTER AND ME IN THE SUMMERTIME WE USED TO MEET WE WASTED OUR TIME LIKE NICKELS AND DIMES AT A HOUSE DOWN ON MULBERRY STREET WHILE OLD DAN AND SKIP WAS OFF CHASING A STICK THAT WE THREW, ME AND SCOOTER WOULD LAUGH OH SHE WAS MY GIRL, THAT WAS MY WORLD I'D GIVE THIS ONE TO GET THAT ONE BACK SHE ALWAYS COMPLAINED ABOUY THE NICKNAME THAT WAS GIVEN TO HER BY HER DAD HE SAID SHE ONCE CRIED FOR A SCOOTER TO RIDE AND HE BOUGHT ONE WITH THE LAST BUCK HE HAD AS IF IT WERE TODAY, I RECALL YESTERDAY OLD DAN JUST LAYED DOWN AND DIED AND THE EYES OF OLD SKIP TAUGHT ME SOMETHING I'D MISSED CAUSE I NEVER DID KNOW THAT DOGS CRIED WHEN SCOOTER GREW UP SHE WENT OFF TO WORK AS A MODEL IN SOME FASHION TOWN THAT JUST LEFT OLD SKIP, SO WE TOOK US A TRIP CAUGHT A FREIGHT TRAIN, WENT RAMBLIN AROUND HE DIED IN THE COLD AND SOMEWHERE I GOT OLD I DON'T KNOW JUST WHEN THAT OCCURRED AND MY RAMBLIN AROUND HAS BROUGHT ME BACK TO TOWN BUT I'M REALLY NOT LOOKIN' FOR WORK I JUST POKED MY HEAD INTO A FAMILIAR OLD SHED THAT TIME HAS BEEN TRYING TO PUSH DOWN THERE'S TWO LITTLE WHEELS UNDERNEATH OF SOME STEEL ON A LITTLE RED FRAME RUSTED BROWN WAS THAT SKIP OR OLD DAN I THOUGHT BRUSHED MY HAND WAS THAT SCOOTER I THOUGHT I HEARD LAUGH OR JUST MEMORIES OF THEM OUT RIDING THE WIND THAT BLEW IN TO WELCOME ME BACK CHORUS OH THE ROOF IT ALL LEAKS, AND WINDOWS THEY SQUEAK THE PAINT IS ALL FADED AWAY BUT STILL IN THE SHADE SLEEPS THE DREAMS THAT WE MADE OUR MEMORIES STILL DANCE THERE TODAY I'VE BEEN MANY PLACES, I'VE SEEN MANY FACES, IF GIVEN ONE WISH IT WOULD BE FOR OLD DAN, AND SKIP, SCOOTER AND ME, AND THE HOUSE DOWN ON MULBERRY STREET.
There's nothing unusual about the way my day begins. As I walk up and down the streets with my mailpouch in my hands. I've run this route for years everybody knows my name.
We're well known in every honky tonk in town. Not a night goes by that we don't make the rounds. People wonder why we choose to live this way. Why don't they ever stay at home I hear them say.
Some people steal, they cheat and lie. For wealth and what it will buy. But don't they know on the Judgment Day. That gold and silver will melt away. .
Sitting in a dimlit room alone wondering where the one I love has gone. And what I've done to bring an end to all our hopes and plans. While my mind keeps holding mem'ries I'm holding lonely hands.