cold blood runs through my veins. old mud creeps in my brain. insane, at least when i get crossed. refrain, you don't know the cost. enforcement is my specialty.
CRYING TIME. Writer Buck Owens'. . Oh it's crying time again you're gonna leave me. I can see that faraway look in your eyes. I can tell by the way you held me darling.
CRYING IN THE CHAPEL. Writer Artie Glenn. . You saw me crying in the chapel. The tears I shed were tears of joy I know the meaning of contentment Now I am happy with the Lord Just a plain and simple chapel Where humble people go to pray I pray the Lord that I'll grow stronger As I live from day to day I've searched and I've searched But I couldn't find No way on earth To gain peace of mind Now I'm happy in the chapel Where people are of one accord We gather in the chapel Just to sing and praise the Lord Ev'ry sinner looks for something That will put his heart at ease There is only one true answer He must get down on his knees Meet your neighbor in the chapel Join with him in tears of joy You'll know the meaning of contentment Then you'll be happy with the Lord You'll search and you'll search But you'll never find No way on earth To gain peace of mind Take your troubles to the chapel Get down on your knees and pray Your burdens will be lighter And you'll surely find the way.
Crazy crazy for feeling so lonely I'm crazy crazy for feeling so blue. I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted. And then some day you'd leave me for somebody new.
There's a cowboy that I know ridin' in the rodeo. He's a feller that I'm fondest of. I love him and he loves me and that's the way it ought to be. But he drives me crazy when we're makin' love cause he always starts to yodel (yodel).
You've been playin' it cool. I've been playin' a fool. (Ooh, wah). . Now don't you give me that cool love. (Give me that cool love). Give me the kind I need.
(Cold cold heart). I tried so hard my dear to show that you're my every dream. Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme. A mem'ry from your lonely past keeps us so far apart.
CASH ON THE BARRELHEAD. (Charlie Louvin - Ira Louvin). '56 Acuff-Rose Music. . Got in a little trouble at the county seat. Lord they put me in the jailhouse for loafing on the street.
Come on baby let me take you by the hand come on sugar let me take you by the hand. You're for me won't you be all my own candy candy candy man. Come on baby I love your honey lovin' ways.
Complain, complain, complain, complain. but I'd rather stay in bed and watch the rain. and not feel ashamed. well, she's working her fingers. and working her bones.
by Walter Egan. . It was a Sunday night I will never forget,. Driving down the street in my red Camaro,. As I pulled in to the seven eleven,. The locals eyed a stranger that they did not know..
What do I have to do to get these thoughts out of my head. Theyre racing around like a turbine engine. Who made the rule to make these thoughts so intangible.
You were the one that picked up the drink. You were the one that had to free. Look at your head. Makin' a mess. Even the people around you confess. Licking your lips and tasting the glass.
Yeah you're easy on the eyes baby. Yeah you're wise beyound your years. I said that i'd like to call in the night. You glad to stay until my money disappears.
Please tell me your for real. Because I don't want to bleed no more. As the night fades away. I'm dreaming of you. Please tell me you feel something. Because what I feel is ecstacy.
I'm losing our connection. Your fading, Like a fashion of last year. Oh you fade away. Once again, I'm shattered down. And you pretend. Your lies are coming true.
Clinton St Girl. Shes got the world on her shoulders. Shes got a light in her eyes. Clinton St Girl. Knows famous artists like feelings. Knows when shes wrong and she lies.
You're flat on your face. In a field fifty feet from a burning Cadillac. At least you were thrown clear. Cause I'm still stuck in here. . I take off my shoes.
was a time in a place when the look in your eyes was everything. little things that you did. just to win my trust. and I did not like when you heard me say that I stand by you till my dying day.
There's always something pulling me down. Always someone hanging around. And I can't seem to get away. . It's always someone doing me in. Always something under my skin.