My window faces the South,. I'm almost halfway to heaven. Snow is falling, still I can see. Fields of cotton calling to me. My window faces the South,.
You fell out of the sky when you were 21.. Your bomber took a bullet from a german gun.. Did you think about your wife, your brief. And tender life, did you pray to anyone?.
I ride a big blue roan,. I carry all I own. In the pouches of my saddlebag. With my bedroll tied behind.. . There's a prairie in the sky. I'll find it by and by.
The blackbirds came at dusk and they roosted in the cane,. Raised such a ruckus that it shook my windowpane. And I'm covered up in dirt and I stink of kerosene.
I'd like to be the last one you hold,. leaving me the memory of your touch.. If you're the first of us from this life to go,. I'd like to be the last one that you hold..
So your baby's got the whole town talking. and they say you better open your eyes. And you act as if you never saw it coming. even though you got some good advice.
I saw you talking to a friend of mine. I asked him what you had to say. You told him that I wasn't doing so good. I guess I couldn't argue either way.