It's been here since you've been gone it's been hanging round too long. A thing called sadness not much of a friend when you walked out it walked in. It's in every chair where I sit down it follows me all over town.
To steal him's been your number one ambition. Bur sister here's one safe that you don't have to crack. I'll hand him over under one condition. A deal's a deal and you can't give him back.
(Ron Peterson, Harlan Howard). . I said I'm through with honky tonks. They only bring me down. I dressed my best and headed for. The brightest spot in town.
It's raining at the border, tears of love like blood. Spilt. Stagnant on the carpet. It's raining and another filthy widow watches. And the self is no friend and all enemies attack from.
One time i remember. that you were much better. now you smoke and now you drink. i remember when you used to think. . You lost it your legal. those sweeping comments you.
WRONG COMPANY. Writer Harlan Howard. . I've lost the only love I've ever known. Too many nights I left her all alone. I said forgive me, one too many times.
WE'LL NEVER LOVE AGAIN. Writer Harlan Howard. . Oh the nights I've cried, how I'd die inside. Knowing we'll never love again, love again. One mistake I've made, what a price I've paid.
Lord I've never asked for any favors. And I'm not to deserving yes I know. But when it's parting time for me and baby. Please let me be the first to go.
I called you on the phone to say I love you. And that I'd stop by for you at nine. And my heart broke when you said it's all over. That someone else would take up all your time.
BRING IT ON BACK TO ME. WITH JAN HOWARD. Writer Harlan Howard. Copyright 1961. . You took your heart from me. And gave it to someone new. But I won't be discouraged.
They turned out the lights. Friends have said there goodnight. Now there's no place to go but home. . I've had a beautiful evening for awhile. I forgot you were gone.
Now the hurtin's all over all over me. A year ago today I felt like dying. As unloved and unwanted as a heart could be. But time has a way of changing yesterday.
Written by Harlan Howard. . An old guitar picker had run out liquor. So I sat down beside him and bought him a drink. I bought him another and finally some color.
The crest of the waves break over my head. My strenght's about gone and soon I'll be dead. I'd rather be dead out here in the sea than to love a woman who never loved me.
Somewhere outside the wind is wailing this time tomorrow I'll be sailing. Oh my love hold me as if it was our last time. Somewhere outside the bird is crying sounds like a million souls have dying.
Hey the name is Sarai. I got what you need to survive,. If your down with me we ganna ride no mastake. I am the original, hey the name is Sarai. I got what you need to survive.
[Hockey invades every household in Canada on some level. It is our National. sport. Real afficionados play all year long. This is probably why first time.
Ever since I lost you babe, I've been here and there. Looking for some piece of mind, can't find it anywhere. I went down to Tunica, played me a little blackjack.
If my years were less if my shoes were new I'd pack my things and I'd leave you. Hitch myself to some westbound train you'd never see me again. If I could dream as I once could I'd be gone it'd be good.
it's either black or white,. it's either wrong or right. you don't get to chose. something in between. baby you and me. we're either on, we're off, or we're through.