I don't care much for champagne. Got no need for wine and roses. Don't get romantic when it rains. I got nobody anyhow. . CHORUS:. But I did in Dallas.
Well, Fishin's a religion. For some friends of mine. Call me sacrilegious. But I never wet a line. And golfin' just ain't something. That I consider fun.
Cowboy boots and tight blue jeans. I wonder if you really are a rodeo queen. Just what have you roped in tight. Baby, let me take you on a cowboy ride.
Only interested in the sad music. The voice of Willamine. She makes men sigh and women wonder. Where is all the beauty coming from? And why?. . Nobody ever dares to write the true story of love.
There is no need to say another word. It will be golden and eternal just like that. Something good will come of all things yet. Simple golden eternity blessing all.
This river of road,. It don't flow like it used to.. But it's more of a home. Than anywhere that I've ridden it to.. . We used to dream together. But now I drink alone..
Settling down with warm-glow woodstove and kerosene. peace you're looking for, peace you'll find. in the tangled mad cliff-sides and crashing dark of big sur.
Up the Hudson Valley across New York State to Chicago then the Plains. All so easy and dreamlike crashing the salt flat daybreak. I hear "I'll Take You Home again Kathleen" sad fog winds out there to blow.
Settling down with warm-glow wood stove and kerosene. peace you're looking for, peace you'll find. in the tangled mad cliff-sides and crashing dark of big sur.
Another turning point. A fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you. By the wrist. Directs you where to go. So make the best. Of this test. and don't ask why.
She flies me away. Over that mountain. Way up higher. Than I've ever been. She takes me down. Down to the water. To the river of love. Yeah and I'm jumpin' in.
Every morning. When I get up. Jet fuel. In my coffee cup. Lord knows. I ain't giving up. I'm gonna take. On the world today. . Sometimes. It's green. Green grass.
Five days on the road on Coffee. just to get back home to you. Five days listenin'. To Waylen and Willie. And all that stuff they call new. . One call was all it took.
Had a horse. When I was young. I was trying. To put his saddle on. When I felt. A warm summer breeze. From the river bed. . So I went fishing. For some rainbow trout.
The lock is rusted. And the key won't turn. Front yard's brown. Where the sun just burns. . Old porch missin'. A board or two. Mail box hangin'. From one lone screw.
Chances are. If you hear this song. You like your music loud. And your whiskey strong. Cause everybody. In this honky tonk. Has had a hard day. . Chances are.
Slow down. Make it last. I'm having. The time of my life. And take a photograph. I don't want to leave. This behind. What seems. So out of reach. We're holding it.
WHITE LIES. Every evening when I walk through the door. I hear the same old lies that I've heard before:. you're going out for the evening, going out with a friend..
You've seen enough of what the world can do. I've seen too much of it without you. So tell me now as far as we're concerned. What would it take to make a place.
I have found my freedom. You will find me flyin' down a highway of gold. My shirt sleeves are rolled. Laying waste for a pot of gold. I go fast 'till I'm going faster.