That old drive-in is a parkin' lot. They made a shoppin' mall out of our make-out spot. The oldies station plays all those songs. We used to sing. Even though that old high school's gone.
Tore out her page from my little book. Took out her picture, gave it one last look. Hung a big sign out on the door. Sayin' love don't live around here anymore.
I've never seen blue eyes. Filled with so much love. I never thought I'd find. What I found in your touch. . Someone up there must like me. 'Cause I'm lookin' at the proof.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your hearts be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. . Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
I'm startin' to notice things in my life. Seein' it all in a different light. And I've opened my eyes. . I'm learnin' to gaze up at the stars. See 'em for more than what they are.
Yea. Mmmm. . After drivin' all night Daddy stopped the car. Said, "Wake up kids. Here we are. This is our new home". Yea. From that Oldsmobile all I could see.
Flat tire on the interstate. Too many nights of workin' too late. Had a run in with an old memory. No, it ain't been the best of weeks. . But it goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere.
You say you want to be friends. That's a newly sharpened blade. That's a dagger to the heart. Of the promises we made. . That's a chapter full of pain.
Got some cash in my pocket. And it's burnin' a hole. Got the boss on my back. And it's gettin' real old. This week's been hell. But I'll party it out of my mind.
I guess I'm just a little bit scared. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought. When I see you lying there I worry about losing you. I used to think of only me but that was long ago.
Let me tell you 'bout a lady that I know. Who stood tall and proud beside me down many a dead end road. Never asking more than I could give. And never once complaining about the way we had to live.
Let me tell you 'bout a lady that I know. Who stood tall and proud beside me down many a dead end road. Never asking more than I could give. And never once complaining about the way we had to live.
My love for you has spread across. My every move, my every thought. Like a fire the wind has caught. As I begin. . To give you all of who I am. Your every touch is my command.
I was twelve when daddy said to me. Don't take to drinkin boy that road don't lead nowhere. And don't you ever let me hear you swear. Don't you dare. .
Way down in Texas. Those cowgirls get restless. As they wait for that cowboy. Who will love them for life. And though they are certain. They'll meet him tomorrow.
The ending of December 1943. Somewhere in the forest, the snow was three feet deep. Two allied soldiers walking, trying not to freeze. Far from home on Christmas Eve.
You drive a baby blue Beamer. I drive a pickup truck. I'm a member of the good ol' boys. You're a member of the Country Club. . You keep turnin' me down when I ask you out.
You say it's cold back there in Denver. A foot of new snow on the ground. You're all bundled up in blankets. I'd give anything to be there with you now.
Bring it on to me. . We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin'. Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin'. Huntin' and a-fishin', workin' and a-wishin' for the weekend.
He really liked flannel with bib overalls. If you looked in his closet it's all that you saw. He'd dress up on Sunday and thought he looked neat. In a green leisure suit with wing tips on his feet.