I'm hurtin'. Cause she's cheatin'. And I'm beggin'. Cause she's leavin'. And she's laughin'. And I'm cryin'. She done did everything. To bring a good man down.
Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe tonight. Full moon shining down along the border. But the gound is hard and the night is black. Over here by the railroad track.
God Bless the Mother. Who brought up her baby boy. To believe that some things in this world. Are worth fighting for. The ones who raise the brave young men.
Les le bon temps rouler. . Hey baby, won't you stop what you're doin'. Go on home, put your red dress on. Tell you mama, I said not to worry. I'll have you home before the break of dawn.
Well, her name was Maria. She came from Bajia. She had a passion for diamonds and gold. She done broke every heart. In Puerto Vallarta. By the time she was eighteen years old.
Thinks he's a tough guy. Superfly. Stays high. Sneakin' down the alleyway to make another buy. Talkin' 'bout a big deal. Big wheel. Nothin's real. Wouldn't know the truth if it looked him in the eye.
He was nobly born. Had a spanish bull's horn. And not one scar on his hansom face. . He stood like a prince. And he had ever since. He had grandly walked into the place.
It rained all night in Frisco and my sleeping bag got soaked. I woke up this morning, I was cold and wet and broke. I lit up my last cigarette at the California line.
The devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal. He was in a bind. Cause he was way behind. And he was willin' to make a deal. . When he came across this young man.
The devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal. He was in a bind. 'Cause he was way behind. And he was willin' to make a deal. . When he came upon this young man.
He's the loosest dude I've ever been exposed to. He loves the bottle and a dirty joke. He likes to hang out on the street. And he'd rather fight than eat.
There's a harvest moon and the stars are bright. (Dance, gypsy, dance). There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight. (Dance, gypsy, dance). . Over in the meadow hid away from them all.
When it's Christmas time in Carolina. The kinfolks gather up at Grandma's house. And they fill the house with love. And they honor God above. They remember what the season's all about.
Wild as a coastal boranca. Swift as the wind blowin' free. With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night. Somewhere up there he's waitin' for me.
Blue star, over my shoulder;. Blue star, can't you see;. Blue star, it's a little colder;. She's gone away from me.. . CHORUS. And I wish I'd never seen her, with the sunlight in her eyes,.
On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main. Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name. He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune.
The pressure these days isnt easy so they say,. If youre trying to get through this world.. And if youre gonna make it,. Then youve got to live in a hurry..
On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main. Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name. He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune.