So you sailed away into a grey sky morning Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring And nothing's quite the same now I just say your name now But
Nu ar den skona sommarn har med lust och fagring stor. Och bruna ben och tunna skor och musen som i holken bor och doft av hagg och kaffekask och burken
Well the motorcycle club had a party, And all the young virgins were there. And I found a blonde with little bitty titties And a pretty yellow ribbon
She had good intentions and I had the same She kept the baby and left me the blame We both had our reasons but they weren't the same Ain't it funny the
If you're feeling lonely And think you're the only one left That's alone in a bar If you need somebody With shoulders to cry on Well baby, I'm not very
I bought this rhinestone suit in California These boots came all the way from Mexico This Cadillac ain't nothin' son, you ought to see the Greyhound I
I met her in Atlanta She was dancing in a cafe With a price tag on her body And a tombstone in her eye You could tell she was not happy By the way she
I came up the hard way And fought with my back to the wall Sometimes down to nothin' But right now, babe, we've got it all Looking back now When it comes
She packed her bags and moved to Florida I've been blue since she's been gone And this bowling green motel room Is now my old Kentucky home All she left
My hands are shaking and I'm sadly learning The truth behind your innocent disguise You never thought I knew that you had been untrue But I once saw the
She was a waitress in a west Texas dance hall I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand I called her Honey when she brought my whiskey And later I left
CALL ME THE BREEZE - Lynyrd Skynyrd Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain
She had good intentions and I had the same She kept the baby and left me the blame We both had our reasons but they weren't the same Ain't it funny, the
By J. Bolotin HE CARRIES HIS IDS AND HIS BOOKS BOUND IN LEATHER AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING AND A PICTURE OF ANNA WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER LEST HE FORGET
They judge a boy by his friends And all'a mine are trash They say you find your own level Well, I'm a snake in the grass But I can't help the things
Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans, Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans. Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues
[ duet with Karen Brooks ] You're layin' here with me we're holding each other it feels good so it must be right You've touched me into thinking this
By David Allan Coe Every night another woman Every day a different town If I'm not accused of speeding I'm accused of coming down With a legal dose of
