I lay here at night. I toss and I turn. Lovin you so. How my heart yearns. Honey, You're the reason I cain't sleep at night. Just a walkin' the floor.
MAKE ROOM IN YOUR HEART (FOR A MEMORY). (Hank Thompson). '57 Brazos Valley Music. . (Make room in your heart for a dream). Just make room in your heart for a memory.
I'm handcuffed to the only love I knew. Yet I never committed any crime. Like a prisoner alone in his cell. I'm hundcuffed to the love I've thought was mine.
LOVIN' ON BACK STREETS. (Hugh King). '72 Milene Music. . We tried to pick the most unlikely places. Where no one's out to know us by our name. And for a while we shared the sweet affection.
Well, they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia. said, "Steve you're way behind time.. This is not Thirty-Eight; this is old Ninety-Seven,. so put her into Spencer on time.".
Gypsy feet will wander Gypsy feet will stray. Neither love nor thunder can ever make them stay. I can't tame a heart so wild like a jungle drum it beats.
Written by Jimmie Rodgers. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues. Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues.
Well down in New Orleans where everything's fine. All them cats is sippin' that wine. Drinkin' that mess is sure delight. Soon to be fightin' and fussin' all night.
Well you stole my heart and that's a sin but in this case I hope you win. Love thief that's what you are. You took my heart and that's a crime but I don't care if it's just mine.
Just a rolling stone all alone and lost. For a life of sin I have paid the cost. When I pass by all the people say. Just another guy down the lost highway.
A time to be reaping a time to be sowing. The green leaves of summer are calling me home. It was good to be young then in the season of plenty. When the catfish are jumping as high as the sky.
Last night ya told me that I ain't worth a dime. Well don't worry honey 'cause I'm leaving this time. . Why don't ya leave me alone. Why don't ya leave me alone.
Walking with my honey down by the water. Green green green. Spring is in the air but we're doin' what we order. I'm just a poor boy she's the banker's daughter.
LORD KNOWS I'M DRINKING. (Bill Anderson). '72 Stallion Music. . Hello Mrs Johnson you self righteous woman. Sunday School teacher what brings you out slummin'.
(It's good to touch the green green grass of home). The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
Yeah boy, that's right.. . Well I was raised in a holler. I grew up eatin' mud. and my baby bottle. it was filled with beer and blood. . Well I got relatives here.
Words & Music by C. E. Snow. . You're a tired buckeroo little pal,. You've been ridin' hard all day little pal,. Soon the sandman will be callin'. As the twilight shadows fall.
In a little Rosewood casket in the hall up on a stand. There's a package of old love letters written by a true love's hand. Won't you go and get them sister read them o'er to me tonight.
As I watch the sun. set slowly I hold back the tears. And I can't help but wonder. why the lord had to put me here. Caused I've raised hell. All night long.
Gonna find me a bluebird let him sing me a song. Cause my heart's been broken much too long. Gonna chase me a rainbow through a heaven of blue. Cause I'm all through crying over you.