А я живу этой жизнью, и мне плевать на вас всех. А я живу этой жизнью меня ждут фэны, успех… Я не жалею о прошлом, наоборот я горд очень, Тем что поднялся
Down on the corner by the traffic light Everybody's lookin' as she goes by They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone Lord have mercy, baby
Don't know what I'm gonna do since my baby said we're through I've really got a case of blue oh I walk the Lonely Street Ever since she said goodbye
STAND BESIDE ME BEHIND ME WITH SHERRY BRYCE (Paul Craft) « © '71 Acuff-Rose Music » Stand beside me behind me so loneliness can't find
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike The preacher came by and I talked
Well the Japany's moon is bright tonight and Tokio is full of life Busy people everywhere but busy people just don't care I wanna go stateside oh Lord
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song I'm worried now but I won't be worried long Well this train I ride is twenty one coaches long This train
World what have I done to make you frown on me to cast me endlessly Into your variety what have I done what have I done World what have I done to numb
I'm the center of attention in this barroom Cause I've got a biggest heartache of the year And each night those swinging doors reach out for me and draw
Oh Mary don't you weep for me oh Mary just await for me The war's gonna soon be over oh Mary don't you weep Jimmy sent a letter to his bride back home
Everywhere there's a memory mem'ries made this house The chairs and the table standing in the corner it seems were always filled With good food and happy
Sometimes my soul gets weary and my mind begins to wonder And like that old train 'The Hummingbird' it goes to Alabama They say home is where the heart
Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Never saw a dollar bill Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill
If an angel wears a housewife's dress And fills a home with happiness One wakes me gently every morning And serves my coffee with a kiss My life is heaven
Stomp, stomp them grapes and make that wine Put it in a bottle, boys, and ship it on down the line Well, I got up this morning and made it downtown Started
I go all to pieces at the sight of of you I tried to look the other way when you're around But that takes more strenght than can be found I just get weak
There she lies still sleeping d Dreaming the whole world is in her hands What she thought was love last night Was just the wine and the weakness in a
When the years show in our faces from the thoughtless hand of time And our youth is just a mem'ry to revive (We'll spend many happy hours thumbing through
