Your world was so different from mine don't you see. We couldn't be close though we tried. We both reached for heavens but ours weren't the same. That's what happens when two worlds collide.
I always called her old faithful she was always there when I came home. And I never thought the day would come she'd leave me. But for me those kind of thinking days are gone.
Here comes old life of the party Charlie he's a funny funny man. And every party Charlie is the life. Everyone's in love with the life of the party Charlie settin' me.
I used to get more women than I put my hands on. And I put my hands on more than I can get. If I knew I have to do what I used to love to do. I got it back to do it on I bet.
I just don't understand why things keep hanging on. You're gone why don't your mem'ry leave me alone. I'm doing all the things they say to do but I don't get no better without you.
I knew that you'd be sleeping when I got home last night. All you ever want to do is sleep and need the fight. Say you're always all worn out from the work you have to do.
Here I am late again for the last time and like I promised I just told her goodbye. Please believe me for this time it's really over and darling you know I wouldn't lie.
He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall bar stool. With a long soft southern drawl said. "I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool".
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die. He laied down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes. They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs.
I go all to pieces at the sight of of you. I tried to look the other way when you're around. But that takes more strenght than can be found. I just get weak as memories pass through.
AN HOUR AND A SIX-PACK. (Bill Anderson). '73 Stallion Music. RECORDED BY CAL SMITH. . I just got home and found a note that you left lying on my pillow case.
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike. My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike. The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him.
You hold his hand and his lies. Plan a day while he cries. What else can you do?. He means something to you. What will you do when he dies?. . Girl, he's killing himself.
I got all the time I could work right here in my head. I can come and go as I please, you always understand. I guess I should be happy, don't even know how all this began.
Well capitalistic yeast has been sucking the heat. You're passing up, you're injured for ability. Well, I've been waiting for a compromise but I guess it's more the same.
I stumbled across your old picture today. I could barely breathe. The moment stopped me cold. Grabbed me like a thief. I dialed your number. But you wouldn't be there.
You are a gnarled pear tree,. Near an Oak that binds your bitter roots.. . Beneath its living branches. Fingers bend and ache with rotting fruit.. . And I am sorry, sorry, sorry for my shade..
Shallow heart, shallow water. Push off the bottom float to each other. Shallow heart, shallow water. The years run dry. . You can swim but she can fly.
I don't wanna be your second option. I don't wanna be your after thought. I don't wanna know the plans you make. If they're not with me then call 'em off, call 'em off.