Well, early one evenin' I was rollin' around I was feelin' kind of mean, I shot a deputy down Strollin' on home and I went to bed Well, I laid my pistol
along, little doggie It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie You know that Wyoming will be your new home It's
go drifting by Can't you hear the rails a singin'? That's the hobo's lullaby Can't you hear the rails a singin', ohh That's the hobo's lullaby
C'mon everybody and let's get together tonight Got some money in my jeans and I'm really gonna spend it right No more movies for a week or two No more
Mike Settle Well, how many beans could Woody have picked when he was always writing songs? You believe that story about hard travelin', well, I can tell
, I'm happy The reason is, you see, once in a while, along the way, love's been good to me There was a girl in Denver before the summer's storm Oh,
will never do you any wrong. Sometime love is better when it's gone. Sometimes love is better when it's gone. Sometimes love is better when it's gone
there still is no pill. We're the world's last authentic playboys, just three fun-loving ne'er-do-wells. Our whole attitude says life's a gay toy to
in a yellow gown Singing, "Who's gonna be my man?" Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna be her man tonight? Who's gonna
it left you last You never know when it starts Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart Something's missing and I don't know how to fix it Something's
Johnny's in the backseat of the car Driving, don't know where he's going Yes, we got a full tank, yeah by far But we are empty rolling And we've forgotten
had a woman's touch Young girl's eyes In seconds flat I was pros'lytized Turned around And made to feel sweet love But the hands of time Keep tickin' on my back 'Cause it's
doing New Year?s New Year?s Eve? Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight When it?s exactly twelve o?clock that night Welcoming in the New Year New Year?s
love will never do you any wrong. Sometime love is better when it's gone. Sometimes love is better when it's gone. Sometimes love is better when it's
used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so. We'd have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread. But the best darn thing about Grandma's
happy. The reason is, you see, once in a while, along the way, love's been good to me. There was a girl in Denver before the summer's storm. Oh, her
(Chet Powers) Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die. You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry. Know the dove is on the