Oh Baby. I know this world has made you sad. Some people can't be bad. The things they do the things they say. But Baby. I'll brush away those bitter tears.
He had such a short attention span. He was born with restlessness in his soul. She was well aware from the moment it began. This rollin stone would have to go.
She wears her heart. Upon her sleeve and doesn't think. The world can see. Behind a smile she hopes can seize. Her broken box of memories. . White lies in windows.
Woke in the night from a sweet dream. Hoped in my heart that it was true. I look at the space on your pillow. I cried and I cried over you. . You're not a dream.
Since first I saw the love light. In your eyes. I thought the world. Held not but joy for me. And even though. We've drifted far apart. I never dream.
When the counting's done on the judgment day. All the things we cherish and we threw away. The angel who's defending me will surely say. See how he truly loved her.
Ohhh I love you baby. Love you night and day. When I leave you baby don't you cry the night away. When I die don't you write no words upon my tomb. I don't believe I wanna leave no emptied if I do.
Well, you are still here and I am still here. Whether I ever loved you's not perfectly clear. You went a semester to West Texas State. But the freshmen fifteen you gained killed all your dates.
You're the hand that waved goodbye you're the tears that fill my eyes. You're the love I had that went wrong. You're the lump that fills my throat and when I sing you're my blue note.
What'll I do when you are far away and I am blue. What'll I do. What'll I do when I am wondering who is kissing you. What'll I do. What'll I do with just a photograph to tell my troubles too.
Well, I wish I had my picture on The Rolling Stone today. I wish that The Enquirer spread a rumor that I was gay. Well, I wish I had some buddies, some movie stars and such.
What makes me happy. Where do I start. When each new day brings. Another million things to causes a ripple on the waters of my heart. . From every corner.
You finally said something good when you said goodbye. So don't wait around to see if I'm a gonna cry. Instead of tears streaming down my face you'll find a great big smile in their place.
Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor. At the low water bridge. Pulling them drinkers across. He's dragging so many on this Saturday night. I can smell that old tractor's exhaust.
Some people say. To go a long way. Forget about others. Think of number 1. . Take what you can. From your fellow man. Doesn't matter who you walk upon.
Well, I got a picture. It's glued in a book. Of most of my family. That somebody took. . Well, grandpa died early. Before I could know. The man that they tell me.
What colour is the wind, Daddy. Is it yellow, red or blue. When he's playing with my hair, Daddy. Does he do the same to you. When he's dying does his colour fade.
Fiery kisses linger on two lips that miss you so. As my nervous fingers sort the pages through. Here and there I find the line that makes me want to live.
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife. But I've been a working man dang near all of my life. I'll keep on workin' long as my two hands are fit to use.
Walking down the street. By the house we knew. Weeds command the garden where. Our roses grew. Children I don't know. Climb our apple tree. And scar the bark.