The world loves the winners but someone must lose. There's bound to be someone left with the blues. So why should I worry when you go away yesterday's winner is a loser today.
Like a lion in the winter, I can hear the summer call. Like a ship out on the ocean made of stone,. And sometimes when I get lonely, I could swear I hear you call..
And now the purple dusk of twilight time. Steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb. Always reminding me that we're apart.
Playin' every honky tonk in town;. Singin' every song I know to the new family I've found.. So if you're lookin' for me, start makin' your rounds,. Because I'm playin' every honky tonk in town..
Yeah, you fall somewhere. Between a preppy and a hippy. At a third row country concert. You got your hands up singing. And your short skirt swinging. Yeah, you even bought a t-shirt.
Well that needle that climbed to 195 MPH. And this boot of mine wants. To kick that pedal straight in the face. This ain't that kinda night. . There ain't no finish line.
I've been tired of this white bred town. Same old people just hangin' around. Walk in circles, no where bound. Yeah, and it's gettin' me down (kick it in boys).
We are. Counting the stars. Out in the night. Round an old yellow moon. . With you. Right by my side. I got nothing to hide. From an old yellow moon. .
[Chorus]. Well I'm hanging up my heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse. I don't wanna be wounded by the wrong kind of love. No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight.
I couldn't sleep last night, just walk the floor. Don't know how I'll stand this anymore. Lonely all the time since I lost you. Received your invitation to the blues.
Baby brought me in out off the highway. Poured my right good liquor down the sink. Straightened out my crooked ways of thinking. And made it purely pleasure when I drank.
Writer: Steve Goodman. . It was all I could do to keep from cryin'. Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain. But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin'.
Pour me another strong one, my baby just walked in the door. Tearing out my heart with her new love as she waltzes across that floor. Pour me another quick one I can't take this misery.
How long, baby how long,. Has that evening train been gone?. . [Chorus]. How long,. How how long,. Baby how long?. . Went to the station, didn't see no train..
Ils roulent sur une longue route. Pour finir sans virage. Droite et silencieuse. Sous les nuages sombres. Que crève l'astre solaire. . Ils roulent une longue route.
Ça m'amuse que tu sois ma muse. Dis moi si ça t'amuse aussi. Ou bien si tu refuses. Le fluide ne s'use que si l'on en abuse. Et si ça m'use parfois ma muse.
Sa majesté domine bien son sujet. Il y a des hiérarchies qu'il vaut mieux respecter. Sa majesté domine bien son sujet. Et elle tient sous son joue des caniches.
Avec le temps. Avec le temps, va, tout s'en va. On oublie le visage et l'on oublie la voix. Le cœur, quand ça bat plus, c'est pas la peine d'aller. Chercher plus loin, faut laisser faire et c'est très bien.
Je peux gravir pour toi les sommets de l'ivresse. Et ramper en silence dans les tranchées de boue. Aussi longtemps que Mona Lisa peut garder son sourire de caresse.
Tu viens encore chaque nuit. Visiter mon jardin enfoui. Comme une traînée d'or effilochée. Toi la douce trace hurlante. . Dors mon ange de désolation.