I NEVER MEANT TO LEAVE HER, MY INTENTIONS WERE TO STAY IT WASN’T NOTHING SHE HAD DONE OR NOTHING SHE COULD SAY TO CHANGE THIS OLD FAMILIAR FEELING THAT MAKES CHILLS RUN THROUGH MY SKIN ‘LESS SHE READ MY MIND AND SAW THE SIGNS THAT POINT AROUND THE BEND MY TOOTHBRUSH NEVER LEAVES MY POCKET,…
By Lawton Williams FAR ACROSS THE DEEP BLUE WATERS LIVES AN OLD GERMAN’S DAUGHTER ON THE BANKS OF OF THE OLD RIVER RHINE WHERE I LOVED HER AND LEFT HER NOW I CAN’T FORGET HER SHE WAS MY PRETTY FRAULEIN FRAULEIN, FRAULEIN WALK DOWN BY THE RIVER TONIGHT WHEN THE STARS START TO SHINE BY…
Dedicated to Meme for being there. ITS A FAIRYTALE MORNING, THE OCEAN LOOKS TURQUOISE AS IF IT WAS PAINTED THAT WAY THE WAVES HOW THEY RUSH FROM THE SHORE OR THE ISLAND IT CARRIES MY VISION AWAY THE SUN SEEMS TO BLIND THAT PART OF MY MIND THAT’S SEARCHING FOR YESTERDAYS RHYMES ITS THE FIRST…
By David Allan Coe & Skeet Petty Dedicated to Meme Broussard Coe for love and devotion through it all, To Cherie for the hospital care and Nancy for cooking my meals, and Debbie for leaving and giving me a chance to be myself again. IF I EVER NEEDED LOVE, I NEED IT NOW HONEY, WHY…
MAMA TAUGHT US HOW TO SING IN HARMONY GRANDMA USED TO STOMP HER FOOT AND SLAP HER KNEE I CAN STILL HEAR DADDY SING DOWN BY THE OLD MILL STREAM WHEN UNCLE JIM PLAYED THE FIDDLE YOU COULD HEAR IT TALK – YOU COULD HEAR IT SING AND IT ECHOED DOWN THE MOUNTAIN TO THOSE…
FACE TO FACE TOE TO TOE WHERE WE’LL STOP HEAVEN KNOWS ARM IN ARM CHEEK TO CHEEK WHOSE TO BLAME? HAND IN HAND HEART TO HEART WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET THIS START BUT ITS TO LATE, WE SHARED IT ALL SO WE’LL JUST HAVE TO SHARE THE BLAME! I CAN FEEL YOUR BODY TREMBLE…
IT WAS TOO COLD TO STAY IN THE NORTH AND LA SEEMED THE MOST LIKELY PLACE I COULD STAY THOSE MALIBU NIGHTS AND THOSE HOLLYWOOD LIGHTS WERE BLINDING ME I LONG FOR A LOVER TO HELP ME DISCOVER THE KEY TO UNLOCK LOVE’S DOOR WHILE DIVING THE REEF’S FOR SHE CHANGED MY BELIEFS AS WE…
AND I’D SING THE RED RIVER VALLEY AND HE’D SIT IN THE KITCHEN AND CRY RUN HIS FINGERS THROUGH SEVENTY YEARS OF LIVING’ WONDERING, LORD, HAS EVERY WELL I DRILLED RAN DRY WE WERE FRIENDS, ME AND THAT OLD MAN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN HE’S A DRIFTER…
BETTY DROVE THE SEMI, SHE PULLED UP TO THE PUMP I THOUGHT I WANTED A COCA-COLA AND I STARTED OUT ON THE JUMP SHE SAID, “HOLD IT DAVE, COME QUICK, THERE’S SOMETHING YOU GOT TO SEE THAT MAN HAD GOT A DANCING BEAR TIED UP TO THAT OLD TREE” I SAID, “DANCE, DANCE, DAKOTA DANCE…
USED TO GO WITH MY GRANDPA UP TO THE TOWN SQUARE, SET HIM DOWN UP THERE ON A PICNIC BENCH AND HE USED TO PLAY CHECKERS WITH THEM OTHER OLD MEN UP THERE. THEY USED TO TELL STORIES BOUT WHEN THEY WERE KIDS. GRANDPA SAYS HE SHOT THE CHIEF OF POLICE WHEN HE WAS NINE…