When you saw her, did she ask about me? What did you see in her eyes? Was she happy? Was she wearing a smile? Did she really seem surprised? I’ve still got her picture I carry it all of the time It’s not in my wallet I keep it right here in my mind When…
They say love is a fire that’s a lesson that I’ve learned And if you play with fire babe someday you’ll get burned If you don’t take this warning your young life will never be the same I’m telling you now girl you’re Standing Too Close To The Flame. They say don’t light the match…
Gimme all your money The thief said with a grin The gun started shaking In his trembling hand I don’t wanna hurt no one But I gotta make a stand You don’t know, the kind of shape I’m in Oh, I’m a Desperate Man. Honey please don’t leave me I’m begging you he said You’re…
She was only a face in the crowd But our needs and desires spoke so loud And before I could say I would try to be true I’d already cheated on you Oh the mysteries of love born at night As we lay there it all seemed so right Now it’s too late to say…
Storms never last, do they, baby? Bad times, all pass with the wind Your hand in mine, steal the thunder You make the sun wanna shine I followed you down each and every road, babe I picked wild flower, sung you soft, sad song And every road we took, I know, your search was for…
Well I dozed off in the back of the bus to the groan of the Greyhounds throttle and I woke to crack of a paper sack and a cork popping from a bottle I tell you son the old man said it was hell in world war two as he rolled up his pant leg…
I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records Just as loud as they will go I’m into Lynyrd Skynyrd The Allman Brothers an’ David Allan Coe I like Willie, Waylon, George an’ Merle An’ a lot of ZZ Top They play country, soul with some rock ‘n’ roll An’ I hope they never stop ‘Coz…
I hate telephones Specially when I’m waiting for your call I hate teardrops Specially just before they start to fall And I hate love More than anything else in life I hate love I hate love because it tears me apart I hate love because it always breaks my heart I hate memory’s Especially when…
Yeah the snapshot must have been taken, Back in 1922 But it’s scary how the faces, Look so much like me and you Maybe there are some things in this life we just keep going through Did it again Sometimes when we’re talking You’ve heard it all before Maybe we’re just echoes in this life…
Southern man better cool your head Don’t forget what your good book says Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks Southern man when will you pay them back I heard screaming and ooh whips cracking…