Oh it's crying time again you're gonna leave me. I can see that faraway look in your eyes. I can tell by the way you hold me darling that it won't be long before it's crying time.
There's no more common people with no more fields to sow. City ways have swallowed country days and if I'd reep seeds won't grow. The bubbling brook that used to yield it's treasure just for me.
Country music's all around the world I've heard it play in every foreign land. The universal language of the universe something everybody understands.
I heard the front door closing softly. As I weaken from my sleep. With the last touch of her lips. Lord like a whisper on my cheek. . And I cursed the sun for rising.
Way down in Columbus G-e-o-r-g-i-a wanna be back in Tennessee. Way down in Columbus Stockade all of my friends have turned their backs on me. Go on and leave me if you wish to and never let me cross your mind.
Sometimes I go down to old China town and just walk around just wander around. Wherever lights gleam and blue shadows fall just dreaming a dream of my China doll.
Have you ever passed the corner of 4th and Grand. Where a little ball of rhythm has a shoeshine stand. People gather round and they clap their hands he's a great big bungle of joy.
Oh have you ever been down to Haiti when the summer sun was sinkin' low. There's nothin' but romance just everwhere you glance. And the native hearts are all aglow.
By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising. She'll find the note I left hanging on her door. She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leaving.
Tonight I'm burning old love letters photographs and memories of you. Hoping somehow I'll feel better and when the smoke is gone I won't want you. (Burning mem'ries) teardrops fall while I am.
Found some letters you wrote me this morning they told of the love we once knew. Now they're gone I'd burned them to ashes don't want nothing to remind me of you.
In the Blue Canadian Rockies spring is sighing through the trees. And the golden pupies are blooming round the banks of Lake Luise. Across the way they call me and I'm lonesome and so blue.
Back about eighteen hundred and some a Louisiana couple had a red headed son. No name soothed him Jim Jack or Joe so they just called him Billy Bayou.
I hear your new love sends you pretty something different each day. And he never forgets to call whenever he's away. He sends you candy and flowers tied in ribbons of blue.
You're telling everybody that it's over that our love affair was just a waste of time. Who think I thought I walk in fields of clover. When your sweet love was never really mine.
In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans.
You didn't know I wasn't free when you fell in love with me. And with all your young heart you learned to care. (It brought me shame and disgrace the world has tumbled in my place).
Auf wiederseh'n auf wiederseh'n we'll meet again sweetheart. This lovely day has flown away the time has come to part. We'll kiss again like this again don't let a teardrop start.
I shouldn't be alone with me you ought to be here with me. Somehow I've thought that you weren't my kind but at times everybody's blind. [ dobro ]. I should have never let you go but then our love just didn't show.
As long as I live if it be one hour or if it be one hundred years. I'll keep remembering forever and ever I'll love you dear as long as I live. . It was easy said that night we parted that we'd forget we ever met.