Raeleen wheeler was the first girl I loved. Through the last year of high school, we were thicker than blood. Holed up in Mississippi, and starvin' for fun.
Old 45's can kill you. Like a bullet to the brain. Her memory spins 'round and 'round. It can drive a man insane. When the needle drops,... I can't stop.
Well, you've called my kinfolk trash all their lives. And I'm a chip off the heap, ask any one of my ex-wives. I'm a social drinker, and I stay social all I can.
Misery and gin. Here I am drunk again. And gone gone gone. Man I hate these songs. . Silver wings. And old lonesome memory. The music plays on. I hate these songs.
A pine-log shack a mile off the state road. Daddy took odd jobs, momma raised us three. Times were mean, and our home was a haven. It was all we had, in Coldwater Tennessee.
Just outside these prison bars the hanging tree is waitin'. At sunrise I'll meet darkness and death will say hello. Darling touch your lips to mine and tell me that you love me.
If I could paint pictures I'd paint one for you. A picture portraying the love we once knew. Then a tear would reveal the sorrow in me. As I painted white fences and evergreen trees.
More than once I've cried because impatience let me down. I could see the gold before the gold was found. And every time I've trusted love to lead me by the hand.
I think today's gonna be the day, all my luck's gonna turn. I think the boss'll take what I'm worth, and turn it into what I earn. I'm thinkin' if I keep my chin held high, I can stop my hopes from sinkin'.
The words of her promise, the flame of her faith. And the love that would never drift away. Where did they go, Lord, where did they go?. Somehow forever slipped out of my hands.
(Today I can feel it touching home). Today pain became a real life's hurtin' thing. And the choir of loneliness sang me a song. Now I know what it means to lose a lifetime dream.
There goes my reason for living there goes my everything. I hear footsteps slowly walking as they gently walk across a lonely floor. And a voice is softly saying darling this will be goodbye forever more.
Honky tonkers dont cry, we aint allowed. We have to have a good time even when we feel down. And if a tear should fall, its gonna land on a smile. Always having a ball, honky tonkers dont cry.
Love is like a young tree that lives or dies and then becomes a mem'ry of tragedy. Soon you'll be far away and free forever gone but you'll always be a part of me.
It's been here for near on thirty years. Wish I had a dime for every time sombody cried a tear in their beer. And a penny for every smile and Ginny gave out.
Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp. O.C. Smith. . Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin. Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp.
Last night she let the strong red wine carry her away. She smoked up her old sunshine as if it still shined every day. Her hand reached out and touched my face in the shame Lord from my eyes.
From Tennessee the shaky town;. that little boy did good.. He's got his name up in lights;. he's the top of Hollywood.. . You take a boy out of the country;.
(She wakes me with a kiss every morning). And she loves me to sleep every night. How lucky I am to have searched for. And found the beginning of the rest of my life.
I didn't hear the engines of a jet plane. I didn't hear the whistle of a train. I didn't hear the taxi driver knockin' on my door. I didn't hear her walkin' cross the floor.