THAT'S WHAT I GET FOR LOVING YOU. Writer Bobby Lee. . Chorus:. Now I've got melodies that never leave. They linger on my mind. Dreams that always do come true.
That faint sweet smell of her perfume a powder box that plays a tune. Lacy objects around the room that's all that's left of my baby. The record that she loved to play some clothes she hadn't put away.
Well if I had a nickel I know what I would do. I'd spend it all for candy and give it all to you. I'd spend it all for candy and give it all to you. .
In our old rendezvous and reminisce with you. That's my desire to meet where gypsies play. Down in that dim café and dance till break of day. That's my desire we'll sip a little glass of wine.
I got a letter from my mama just a line or two. She said listen daddy your good girl's leavin' you. That's all she wrote didn't write no more. She'd left the gloom a hanging round my front door.
I saw you last night and got that old feelin'. When you came in sight I got that old feelin'. . The moment that you danced by I felt the thrill. And when you caught my eye my heart stood still.
THAT WONDERFUL MOTHER OF MINE. Writers Walter Goodwin, Clyde Hager. . The moon never beams without bringing me dreams. Of that wonderful mother of mine..
Well I said if you're happy that I'm glad. At times for all the fun that we've had. I said if it's over I hope that you walk through fields of clover.
A little love that slowly grows and grows not one that comes and goes. That's all I want from you. A sunny day with hopes up to the sky a kiss and no goodbye.
When you're sittin' with your honey just as cozy as can be. And you ask her can I kiss you once or twice. If she doesn't make you kiss but she quickly answers yes.
THAT LITTLE BOY OF MINE. (Wayne King - Benny Maroff - Walter Hirsch). '47 Edwin H. Morris & Co. . A tiny turned up nose his cheek's just like a rose. So sweet from head to toe that little boy of mine.
I was waltzing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz. When an old friend I happened to see. I introduced him to my loved one. And while they were waltzing.
She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lowdy Law. Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansaw. I'm twisted round her finger like a little piece of string.
Oh she brings the April breezes and the orchids of my life. Mhm she fills the quiet hours with the glow. And the dreams unrealized on tickle smile from her lips.
Well, there never was a hoss. Like the Tennessee Stud. . Along about 18 to 25. I left Tennessee very much alive. I never would have got. Through the Arkansas mud.
Taking chances with this heart each time I hold you. Afraid I might be going too far. Taking chances with these lips each time I tell you. Oh you're the one that I've been waiting for.
(Tell me the story of Jesus sweetest that ever was heard). Tell me the story of Jesus write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious sweetest that ever was heard.
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.. All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.. Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.. Starry-eyed again, takin' a chance on love..
Take my hand for awhile explain it to be once again. Just for the sake of my broken heart. Look into my eyes and maybe I will understand. How love I counted on was never there.
Precious Lord take my hand lead me on let me stand. I am tired I am weak I am worn. Through the storm through the night lead me on to the light. Take my hand precious Lord lead me home.