When your mother went away on the day that you were born. Little angel life seemed all in vain. Then I heard your lonesome cry knew that hope just couldn't die.
You're a little bit sweet you're a little bit mean. You're a little bit cute than the others I've seen. I wouldn't be sittin' here feelin' so blue. If I could get a little bit lovin' from you.
Let's fall in love why shouldn't we fall in love. Our hearts are made of it let's take a chance why'd be afraid of it. . Let's close our eyes and make our own paradise.
I bless the day I found you. I want my arms around you. And so I beg you, let it be me. . Don't take this Heaven from one. If you must cling to someone.
Leaning on the old top rail in a big corral. Looking down the twilight trail for my long lost pal. How he sang when he sprang on his old mustang and rode away.
Oh my bags are packed I'm ready to go I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breaking it's early morn the taxi's waitin' he's blowing his horn.
The crowd sees me out dancing carefree and romancing. Happy with my someone new. I'm laughing on the outside crying on the inside. 'Cause I'm still in love with you.
Tell me I'm great and I'll be greater build me up and I'll fly. Love me now and be glad later and tell your troubles goodbye. . Lay some happiness on me, so the brighter side you'll see.
Well when I was a young man and never been kissed. I got to thinkin' it over how much I'd missed. So I got me a girl and I kissed her and then. And then oh Lordy well I kissed her again.
Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend. What have I done that makes you so different and cold. Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again.
Too bad what's happened to our good love. Too bad what's happened to our good love. Sometimes our best isn't quite good enough. And the last word in lonesome is me.
(Close your eyes close your eyes in sleep). Skeeters am a hummin' on honeysuckle vine sleep Kentucky babe. Sandman am a comin' to this little boy of mine sleep Kentucky babe.
We were waltzin' that night in Kentucky. By that beautiful harvest moon. And I was a boy that was lucky. But it all ended too soon. As I sit here alone in the moonlight.
Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes. Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room.
Love that runs away from me. Dreams that just won't let me be. Blues that keep on bothering me. Chains that just won't set me free. Too far away from you and all your charms.
I see my darling in each spray of summer sunlight. I see my darling in the leaves that fall. I see her walking in the rainy April sadness. And hear her name in every bluebird call.