Well, He swings in a saddle. He's a real gone cat. With his spanish spurs. And his buckaroo hat. His camps in an old log shack. Way back in the sticks..
Somebody listen, I'm a voice in the distance cryin'. Come see about me. I am a stranger in a world filled with anger. Come see about me. . I'm gettin' weary tryin' to carry this load all by myself.
It takes all kinds. To keep this world in place. It's a fragile balance. That let's us swing through space. So everybody's. Got their job to do. And girl I guess.
Well I'm goin' to California where they sleep out every night yeah. I'm goin' to California where they sleep out every night. I'm leaving you mama cause you know you don't treat me right..
Blue mesa, land of the Sioux and Crow. Blue mesa, no matter where I go. You will always be home, sweet, home to me. Blue mesa. . Moonlight shines as. Purple shadows fall.
Oh, they say some people long ago. Were searching for a different tune. One that they could croon as only they can. . They heard the breeze in the trees.
Now she wants a butter an egg man. From way out in the west. She wants somebody who's workin' all day. So she's got money when she wants to play. . Now pretty clothes they'll never be mine.
Beyond the reef. Where the sea is dark and cold. My love has gone. And my dreams grow old. . There'll be no tears. There'll be no regretting. Will she remember me.
I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite. Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet. I'm going back to the folks that I used to know. Where everyone is what they seem to be.
The summer breeze. Made ripples on the pond. And rattled through the reeds. And the willow trees boyond. And Daddy in his good hat. And Mamma in her sunday dress.
Must be doin' something wrong baby I don't know. But the gold fish are floating at the top of the bowl. And the dog he won't eat he just lays around. All night long he makes a lonesome sound.
Away in a manger,. No crib for His bed,. The little Lord Jesus. Laid down His sweet head;. The stars in the heavens. Looked down where He lay,. The little Lord Jesus.
Just around the bend, nobody knows. Still that's where everybody wants to go. Might be a mile ride up ahead. All I really know is that I'm not there yet.
Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?. Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?. Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?. Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?.
Wasn't just the music, wasn't just the wine. Some other kind of magic sending shivers up my spine. And I was falling and I fell for you and how. Darling are we in trouble now.
I'd do anything if you'd just let me hold you. I'd do anything to change your mind. I'd climb the highest mountain or swim the deepest ocean. Anything to make you mine.
I wish a buck was still silver and it was back when the country was strong. Back before Elvis and before the Vietnam war came along. Before the Beatles and yesterday when a man could still work and still would.
(Skip Ewing/Donny Kees). . Ants on a log. Floatin' down a river. Runnin' around. But not gettin' anywhere. Power stearin' wheels. Just ain't connected.
Glo-glo-glo-gloria. . Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plain. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains. Glo-glo-glo-gloria, in excelsis Deo.
I've walked a million miles across this floor. But I never have quite made it to the door. I never thought the time would come. I'd ever see this day.