You don't have to be rich. I don't have to be drunk in a ditch. You don't have to be the top of your class. I don't have to have wavers of brass. . You don't have to be cute.
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday. The rock of my soul went to work on Monday. Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks. The other side of Houston in a two room shack.
Give to me my time and money. Give to me my milk and honey. Give to me my self respect. Golden chains around my neck. . Give to me my super model. Corporate jet and champagne bottle.
There's a man in me. He's cold and he's hard. He's got an eye for deception. He's always on guard. . He's swimming in concrete. Drowning in fear. And he keeps it all locked in his heart.
There's no feelin' no better than this. There's no mountain so high I can't climb. There's no shortage of comfort and bliss. There's no reason I burned holes in my mind.
Sometimes there's heartaches and teardrops will fall. Good years and bad years, we live through it all. There's no easy answer to the trouble I see. But I'm happy just knowin', you're saving the last waltz for me.
We moved into a house in Tennessee. From the California desert where we did not wanna be. Where the grass was high and the rivers green the sky was always blue.
Rain came down in endless sheets of thunder. Lightning bolts split pine trees down to the roots. In the shadow of the Astrodome. With a hurricane coming on strong.
I got an ol? blue shirt and it suits me just fine. I like the way it feels so I wear it all the time. I got an old guitar, won? t ever stay in tune. I like the way it sounds in a dark and empty room.
There's a storm of a love a brewin' now I'm losin' you. And nothin' that I do can make you stay. When you love me too my skies were always blue. But now the storm of love is on it's way.
The hour is early. The whole world is quiet. A beautiful morning's about to ignite. I'm ready for danger. I'm ready for fire. I'm ready for something to lift me up higher.
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by. Pirogue pole or your natural soul. Keeps you tied to a tree high tide. Beer joint lights come on. And then the crowd starts rollin' in.
The last time I saw Jesse. The moon was a-hangin' low. And she was standin' on the front porch. With her hair tied in a bow. . The sweetest sound I've ever heard.
Somebody's Shadow-Rodney Crowell. I've seen her in the street light once, all edgy, black and white. A flash of incandescence, shape shifting in the night.
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud. I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form..
Well the bus pulled away. In a roaring black cloud. Well I stood in the road. And Honey I hollered right out loud. . Hey darling I love ya.. Hey bus driver woe!.
Well, the bus pulled away. In a roaring black cloud. While I stood in the road. And honey, I hollered right out loud. . Hey darlin', I love you. Hey bus driver, whoa.
till you've been beside a man. you don't knowwhat he wants. you don't know if he cries at night. you don't know if he don't. when nothin' comes easy. old nightmares are real.
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I've been up all night and the night before. My teeth are dirty my eyes are sore. There was a good time had by all accounts. And we were drinking to you in tall amounts.