I wish I was a pirate shipwreck down in Mexico. Where the oceans turn to silver and the beaches turn to gold. I'd make love to some senorita in that town.
I ain't lonely, but I spend a lot of time alone..... More than I'd like to, but I'm okay with staying home..... My how the last few months have changed.....
A man wearin' a t-shirt, says "Virginia is for lovers". Had a Bible in his left hand and a bottle in the other. He says "All you're really given is the sunshine and your name".
Nothin' left, no regrets. No hard feelings, wish you all the best. No blame, no shame. Just time to say it's over I guess. . We both agree it's the right thing.
Lookin back now well it makes me laugh,. we were growin our hair,. we were cuttin class,. knew it all already there was nothing to learn,. we were strikin matches just to watch em burn..
Every now and then I get a little lost. My strings all get tangled, my wires all get crossed. Every now and then I'm right up on the edge. Dangling my toes out over the ledge.
Looks like a royal in a thrift store dress. Keeps my heart and her hair a mess. She goes where the wind suggests she goes. Who knows. . Got a spirit that can't be tamed.
One word, that's all you said. Something in your voice caused me, to turn my head. Your smile, just captured me. You were in my future as far as I could see.
Everybody thinks I've got it all. Nobody really does, do they?. I've got more than I deserve. More than I ever dreamed. But there's always a price you pay.
White Lightnin'. (Written by S. Wooley). . Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills. Lived my old pappy and he had him a still. He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down.
Sunny days seem to hurt the most. I wear the pain like a heavy coat. I feel you everywhere I go. . I see your smile, I see your face. I hear you laughing in the rain.
Sun tanned toes ticklin' the sand. Cold drink chillin' in my right hand. Watchin' you sleep in the evening light. Restin' up for a long, long night.. .
There's still marks on the pantry door of that little house. Where Mama used to measure us. I'm proud to say that's my home where I was raised. But that ain't where I grew up.
Sun tanned toes ticklin' the sand. Cold drink chillin' in my right hand. Watchin' you sleep in the evening light. Restin' up for a long, long night.. .
You know sometimes me and my lady have these crazy fights. And when we do it makes me wonder if we're ever goin to get right. . When I think about leaving, I think about me.
She'll call me honey. When she needs a helping hand. She might say darlin'. If she needs someone to understand. . She'll call me sugar. If she's feelin' kinda sweet.
You know sometimes me and my lady have these crazy fights. And when we do it makes me wonder if we're ever goin to get right. . When I think about leaving, I think about me.
There's so many things. I didn't say. And even though. It may be too late. I want you to know. I still love you so. Every car I meet. Looks like your car.
Well, I see the souls of so many friends. And I see us all back here again. With sandy floors and celing fans. A rastafarian one-man band. With songs that fill my memories like a tip jar.
Well, I've been drawing little hearts in the morning paper. Lookin' for a house an' a couple of acres. You'll be mine some time, sooner or later and I can't wait.