(Dolly Parton) I can still see that lonesome road stretched out before me The road that led me out of his life I can still feel the tears he cried
I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine And paint it all over my sky Be no rain, be no rain I'm gonna take the song from every bird And make 'em sing
Well that'll be the day when you say goodbye Yeah, yes that'll be the day when you make me cry You say you're gonna leave me, you know it's a lie 'Cause
que venga ya vendra Pero dejame intentarlo Una ves maz No es que me quiera enamorar Solamente comprobar Si el pasado se ha pasado O volvera Se que es peligroso Que
You remind me of someone that I met somewhere else It's not the color of your eyes, It's the way you wear your hair Its so hard to hear you above this
So now you show your face in this home of mine You left no space for me Your wish I granted, it's not enough Stuck with I can't believe How can you
I never knew perfection till I heard you speak and now it kills me Just to hear you say the simple things Now waking up is hard to do Sleeping's impossible
When the chains around me no longer ground me and my soul can sail away to a better life - That'll be the Day And when the silence is broken and words
Well that'll be the day when you say goodbye Yeah that'll be the day when you make me cry Ah, you say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie 'Cause that
Whatever happened to Saturday Night When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright It don't seem the same since cosmic light Came into my life, I thought
I know better than anybody how it feels To want somebody so bad after you break up Still looking for that phone call Still even when they don't Still
Slow down girl, you're talkin' much too fast What's that girl, you think your love with him will always last How can you say that? It's like you're blind
I've got a mountain of dreams to climb 'Fore I get to that house on the hill That keeps the lady of my morning In a brown earthen pot on the sill Of the
Promises promises that's all I ever get You said you'd quit that trucking but you ain't quit it yet Each time you come dragging in you say I'll have my
Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Don't feel sorry for me It's not like it seems Yeah, he left this morning But tonight I got my dreams and memories
It's not my sun, man, and if it's not shinin' When I wake up tomorrow morning, hmm, that'll be all right with me They're not my birds, man, and if they
sera que sera O que nao tem certeza, nem nunca tera O que nao tem conserto, nem nunca tera O que nao tem tamanho O que sera que sera Que vive nas ideias
Washing off last night's fake blood from an even faker cut Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' all over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas
