Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While Mama used to
Verse 1: We can call Mrs. Johnson to keep the kids a day or two. Take the early flight to Florida, just the way we used to do. Have room service bring
If we make it through December Everythings gonna be all right I know It's the coldest time of winter And I shivver when I see the fallin snow If we
Last night we had a hell raisin' time, Nippin' on tequila and suckin' on limes. Sunrise chased the good time away, Good morning would have been the wrong
When LEONARD finally came to California He was twenty-one years old as I recall He loved to write a song and pick the guitar And he came to hang a Gold
Most of my life, I've almost been a winner. I've come so close but never really won. Just when I thought I finally made it, I found myself back where
Verse 1: Memories and drinks don't mix too well. And jukebox records don't play those wedding bells. Starin' at the world through the bottom of a glass
The first thing I remember knowing, Was a lonesome whistle blowing, And a young un's dream of growing up to ride; On a freight train leaving town, Not
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws, Good dogs and all kinds of cats. Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs, But I stand right
Could be holding you tonight, Could quit doing wrong, start doin' right. You don't care about what I think. I think I'll just stay here and drink. Hey
We left home when were barely past eleven-teen We've been back and fourth and all around through hell and rain I've loved you half of your life and Ill
There's a big, brown cloud in the city, And the countryside's a sin. An' the price of life is too high to give up, Gotta come down again. When the world
The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached
I've been throwing horseshoes Over my left shoulder I've spent most all my life Searching for that four-leafed clover Yet you ran with me, Chasing my
Wish I was down on some blue bayou, With a bamboo cane stuck in the sand. But the road I'm on, don't seem to go there, So I just dream, keep on bein'
(with George Jones) Miracles appear in the strangest of places Fancy me fining you here The last time I saw you was just out of Houston Let Me Sit down
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street; We like livin' right, and bein'
