WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME IN A FIELD OF STONE IF MY NEEDS WERE STRONG, WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME SHOULD MY LIPS GROW DRY, WOULD YOU WET THEM, DEAR IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR, IF MY LIPS WERE DRY WOULD YOU GO AWAY TO ANOTHER LAND WALK A THOUSAND MILES THROUGH THE BURNING SAND WIPE…
WOULD YOU HOLD ON TO MY HAND WHEN I GET LONELY COULD I COME TO YOU WHENEVER I’M IN NEED WOULD YOU ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE FOR ME TO LAY MY BODY DOWN WOULD YOU BE MY LADY, IN THE MORNING WOULD YOU BE LADY WOULD YOU WALK WITH ME ACROSS THE BRIDGES I FORGOT…
I HEARD THE BURRITOS OUT IN CALIFORNIA COULD FLY HIGHER THAN THE BIRDS ROGER MCGINNIS HAD A TWELVE-STRING GUITAR IT WAS LIKE NOTHING I’D EVER HEARD AND THE EAGLES FLEW IN FROM THE WEST COAST LIKE THE BIRDS, THEY WERE TRYING TO BE FREE WHILE IN TEXAS, THE TALK TURNED TO OUTLAWS LIKE WILLIE AND…
I’VE GOT THIS WEAKNESS FOR WOMEN AND WHISKEY ITS SOMETHING I JUST CANT CONTROL I’VE TRIED HARD TO SHAKE IT WITH OUT ANY LUCK IT KEEPS BURNING DEEP IN MY SOUL I THOUGHT YOU COULD CHANGE THINGS AND WHILE YOU WERE WITH ME I NEVER LOVED NO ONE BUT YOU BUT ITS GONNA TAKE MORE…
LAST NIGHT SHE MADE IT PLAIN SHE DIDN’T WANT ME TODAY I WOKE LATER AND ALONE TOMORROW I’LL BE TURNING’ TO THE BOTTLE TONIGHT I’LL BE COLD AND ALL ALONE SHE ONLY BROKE MY HEART LORD, NOT MY SPIRIT SHE ONLY TOOK MY BODY, NOT MY SOUL MY SKIN STILL BURNS IN PLACES WHERE SHE…
I NEVER MADE IT BACK TO BOSTON VIE ALWAYS BEEN A RAMBLING MAN BUT BY THE TIME I GOT TO PHOENIX SHE DIDN’T QUITE FIT IN MY PLANS I LOST MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO AND FOUND IT IN THE STREETS OF BALTIMORE. THERE MUST BE SOMEONE WANTING TRUE LOVE COULD IT BE YOU? HEY…
Will you hurt me more Than the pain of sharing her With other lovers, believers or deceivers Well, the answer can’t be found When I’m alone So Rachel, take me home And make me feel like a man I know I swore that I’d be faithful But Rachel made me realize that happiness Is something…
YES, THE ROOF LEAKS AND THE BED SHE SQUEAK AND THE RENT IS DUE IN JUST TWO MORE WEEKS NOW I JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP TOMORROWS ANOTHER DAY OH THE PALM TREES SWAY TO AND FRO I THINK ILL JUST SIT AND WATCH THE COCONUTS GROW ITS HARD TO GET HIGH WHEN…
ONCE I TRIED MY HAND AT STEALING TRYING TO FILL THAT EMPTY FEELING TRYING HARD TO KEEP FROM DEALING DRUGS I WAS MUCH TO YOUNG TO TAKE IT BACK, WHEN IT WAS HARD TO MAKE IT ON THE RUN WITH A GUN OR WITH A GANG OF THUGS THREE TIME LOSER, ITS ALL BEHIND ME…
Dedication: They told me George Jones was full of whiskey and he couldn’t sing anymore. They said he was skinny and sickly looking and he was through. I told ’em he was one of my best friends and whiskey could never make Gorge Jones quit singing. George was on the wagon when we done this…