Well, I woke up early Sunday mornin'. Had myself a piece of toast. Had 50 dollars in my pocket. Gonna chase myself a ghost. . Went down Camino Espinoza.
Well I was out a drinking with a couple of friends of mine. When the bartender handed me the telephone and said there's your wife on the line. Well I told her I was just a drinking with the couple of buddies I knew.
Last night I went out with some old friends of ours. I had stayed till much to late. We sat and we talked till the early hours. Came creeping into my eyes.
Well, I had a buddy back in '81 and we made ourselves a pact. We were heading for the new pipeline we were never coming back. Well we worked 80 hours making time and a half.
Every moment bares a trace. Every room a memory. Everything is in its place. Except for me. I can't escape you. You're here in side me. And time cant hide me.
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.
I will see you in the morning. When the moonlight leaves the trees. But I will always feel the embers. Of the flames in Tennessee. . I was sleeping when they came knocking.
Well, I loved a girl. She lived out in Pecos, and pretty as she could be. And I worked the rigs on out in Odessa. To give her whatever she needs. . But that girl, she run with an oil company bum.
Watch that man get up and go to work every day. And watch that woman send their little girl outside to play. And watch and you might see the milkman drive up to the door.
It's a lovely old song. . Ohh a rose must remain. With the sun and the rain or his lovely promise wont come true. To each his own. To each his own. And my own is you.
(While you're cheating on me I'm praying for you). For I still believe someday you'll be true. You'll reap what you sow I know those words are so true.
Well they call me the life of the party. They call her the belle of the ball. Well we start before anybody. And I promise we'll outlast them all. . Well it started when I was in high school.
The hand is cold that once held mine. I can't believe you've really left this world behind. I can't wait I can't hope I'll get over you in time. It takes time to learn when someone's gone for good.
I'm standing by the street lights of the city wondering which way I should go. You're to my right she's to my left and I'm like a smoke ring that blows.
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields. In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels. My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17.
Candle Lights, Snow white winter is clear as crystal. Stands like a dream thats frozen forever in time. Log fire warms me as the sun retires for another day.
My little brother was just ten years old. When we hit bad weather and hid in the hole. We could see Texas was only a mile. And oh, little brother, I remember your smile.
The worst that I've ever been hurt in my life. The first time I ever have wanted to die. Was the night when you told me. You loved someone else. And you asked me if I could forget.
I love the sound of a steam train rushing through the night. The hoot of an owl the puppy dogs' growl. Thrills me with delight. I love the crunch of the crisp and the wind when it whispers down our avenue.
That look of love is no longer in your eyes. We've lost the magic when we touch. For me you once said that you'd live or die. But now sweetheart the goodnight kiss is asking too much.