a single red rose and a table for two. a nice chardonnay and an ocean view. ships comin in stars comin' out. we sat and we talked 'til the place closed down.
In my high school, we separate the rich from the rest. Those who wear rags from those who only wear the best. And in my high school, they hold assemblies for the football team.
I've been walkin' these streets of Nashville. Since I was a little kid. Either in these boots or in my dreams. I spent all I had to buy this Martin. And I've been richer since I did.
I've been walkin' these streets of Nashville. Since I was a little kid. Either in these boots or in my dreams. . Spent all I had to buy this Martin. And I've been richer since I did.
Well, I didn't even bother to set the alarm. If I'm a few hours late, whats the harm. I've been in Mexico, I've been in Mexico. I discovered how to take it slow I've been in Mexico.
We sit alone in the darkest corner. Waitress comes and takes our order. And she looks at us, so suspiciously. It's plain to see that we're lovers. Tryin' to be alone with each other.
You've got an eye for diamonds and things that shine. You want a slick black Jag and a cellar of wine. I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms.
No hablo espanol. Was all I knew of the local lingo. And that old pocket guide to Mexico. Wasn't much help to this out of place Gringo. . When I checked into my motel room.
It was just another story printed on the second page. Underneath the Tiger's football score. . It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age. They found him face down on his bedroom floor.
I ain't going to work, ain't going to class. Going bare feet and kickin' back. Gonna pacify my lazy bones ambition. Chillin'. . I'm talkin', jet skis and inner tubes.
My Mama got married to someone I barely knew. They had me then had my sister too. I was too young to understand why he left. . But how it broke my Mama's heart, I'll never forget.
Girl, you're getting that look in your eyes. And it's starting to worry me. I ain't ready for no family ties. Nobody's gonna hurry me. . Just keep it friendly, girl.
Will it be my Uncle Ronnie, I barely knew him when he left. He was only nineteen when he crashed that red Corvette. Will it be my great grandmother with some cookies that she baked.
To dance all night the break of day. With a caller and a holler do-si-do. We knew uncle Pen was ready to go. Early in the evening about sundown. High on the hill and above the town.
Hang down your head Tom Dooley. Hand down your head and cry. Hand down your head Tom Dooley. Poor boy you're bound to die. I met her on the mountain. There I took her life.
Well the train to Grinders. witch is running right on time. And the trucker boys are cooking down in Caroline. People down in Florida can't be still. One of Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville.
Well, it's been something seein' you again. And in this time we had to spend. You've been so good to be around. I thank you for that special thrill. To keep me goin' until the next time I'm in town.
I got a postcard from someone I met in Salvatore. He said the weather was great he'd been out on the lake. And sunning beside it quaint shore. When are you coming back, you need to come and relax.
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long. My ears can't stand to hear the same old song. And I don't leave the highway long enough. To bog down in the mud.
When the sun goes down. On my side of town. That lonesome feeling. Comes to my door. The whole world turns blue. There's a rundown bar. Cross the railroad tracks.