I show up for work on time at least five days a week. Punch that clock and toe the line just to make ends meet. Every day on my way home I pass them neon lights.
A mist halos the meadow. And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory. I close my eyes and I can almost see. . The ghostly forms of blue and gray.
There's an old friendly breeze that blows in the Gulf of Mexico. Somehow it always knows when I'm feeling low. So I'm gonna anchor down and wait till it comes around.
I was flying down the highway weaving in and out of traffic. I was racing time. An old man pulled out in front of me and I went crazy as can be. I lost my mind.
Me and the boys were on the bus one night. Talking bout the way is was when times are hard. Trying to find a way. Somebody went and got a guitar out. We started passing round a mason jar.
Big brown eyes, soft red lips. I'm thinkin' I could get used to this. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime. . My heart melts when you whisper my name.
Gasolone prices are higher than ever. They line up to buy 'cause they hate going slow. Someday I might learn to ride a bicycle. But I ain't got no place to go.
Lay down with me, let me ease your mind. Don't start thinkin', baby, we ain't got time. No, we ain't got time. . Hold me, baby, right up till dawn. Hello sunshine, doodle, do, de, ooh, do.
You're looking pretty snazzy. in them alligator shoes. I bet a man like you. ain't never had the bluse. There ain't a lady here. looking for your kind of company.
People say Im a crazy son of a gun. 'Cause I make me a couple of a million, never saved one. I dont ever buy green bananas, dont believe Ill ever leave Savannah.
I got drunk in Raleigh and I played to long. Word got back to Nashville before I got back home. The Record label said Boy you better straighten up your act.
I got drunk in Raleigh and I played too long. Word got back to Nashville fore I got back home. The record label said boy you better straighten up your act.
It ain't the way you cut up and carry on. The little things flip me to a tee. It aint the way you like to rock me al night long. Girl what really gets the best of me.
Today I drove through this ol' town. Took a real good look around. Saw a lot of things. That I'd never seen before. . An older couple holding hands. Young lovers picking out wedding bands.
Buddy, you and me go way back. Camp all June, all through high school and before that. So I don't mind tellin' you I'm scared to death. The doctor is goin' in on the 25th.
I never would have hitchhiked to Birmingham. If it hadn't been for love. I never would have caught the train to Louisiana. If it hadn't been for love.
If I could tell the truth, people just might see. Who I really am, not who I have to be. I get so damn tired of playing by the rules. Afraid of what I'd lose, if I could tell the truth.
If I could tell the truth, people just might see. Who I really am, not who I have to be. I get so damn tired of playing by the rules. Afraid of what I'd lose, if I could tell the truth.
I'd like to lay this old hammer down. And drive my pickup truck to town. Find a friend and just hang around. If I could just be me. . Grab a bobber and my old cane pole.
I've been known to have a drink or two. In the comfort of my home. It helps to minimize the crazy things. I hear when I'm alone. . You'd think by now that every sound.