Take my hand. Break my stride. Make me smile. For every time I've cried. Hold my heart. In the palm of your hand. Don't listen to it breakin'. Just listen to the band.
Poor Adeline, Poor Adeline. Where's your heart? Where's your mind?. First in the crowd, last in the line. The world can be so unkind. The winds gonna blow, the rains gonna call.
Am I not pretty enough. is my heart too broken. Do I cry too much. Am I too outspoken. . Don't I make you laugh. Should I try it harder. Why do you see right through me.
I'm a little bit lonesome. I'm a little bit blue. I can't stop crying. Since I lost you. There's a pain in my heart. Like a lightening bolt. I'm a little bit lonesome.
It's a long long way to home again,. Carryin' a heavy load.. Wake God's child before the dawn,. Pure as a pot o' gold.. And when you go to sleep at night,.
The last time I held you. You held the cards and I was. Asking for anything you had. You saw it coming but you. Didn't tell me and next. Thing everything turned bad.
You make the thunder start (a) rollin. You make the lightening cover the sky. You make the storm cloud hover over the hills. You make the water start rising high.
I'm a wildflower by the highway,. Up against the rain. I'm an old man, growing tired,. Getting used to the pain,. . I'm a wildflower in a garden,. Tended everyday,.
Oh, woe is mine. Oh, woe is mine. Dark days a-coming. Lord, woe is mine. . Poor lonesome boy. Poor lonesome boy. Dark days a-coming. Oh, lonesome boy.
We're all gonna die someday lord. We're all gonna die someday. Mama's on pills daddy's over the hill. But we're all gonna die someday. Well it hurts down here on Earth lord.
Gonna trade my wheelbarrow. Gonna trade my wheelbarrow. Gonna trade my wheelbarrow,baby,for a homeless child. . He ain't gonna cry or suffer. He ain't gonna cry or suffer.
Well I am a wayward angel. I don't suffer I don't cry. And late in the night your sleeping. I come to hover by your side. So close your weary weathered eyes.
Hear the trucks on the highway, And the tickin' of the clocks. There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon, Bullet holes in the mailbox. Bullet holes in the mailbox, Keyholes in my mind.
I wished I was smarter. Wished I was stronger. I wished I loved jesus. The way the my wife does. . I wished it'd been easier. Instead of any longer. I wished I could've stood.
You with the sad eyes. Don't be discouraged. Oh I realize. It's hard to take courage. In a world full of people. You can lose sight of it. of the darkness inside you.
Well, darling, I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven.. I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection.. Johnny law followed me up the road, but then he turned off and he let me go..
Well a wise man once said to me. If your heart don't break you won't be. Free. I'm as free as a bird. Flying out over flying out over the sea. . I call out to the wind.
If I could do it all again. I wouldn't change a thing. I'd have you back the way I had you then. But one thing that I know. This time I wouldn't make you go.
I will try to break. Every habit that holds me. I will try to make everyone happy again. I will try to take anything you can throw at me. I will let the rain come in.
These pines are not the ones that I'm used to. They won't carry me home when I cry. Am I too far gone to recover. Or can I turn if I try. Should I trade my soul for another.