Let a little light in your heart A wild goose chase, the morning star Any old light that shine to me Let a little light in your heart Burn away the fog
If ever I need you dear I find your love is gone Sign on the dotted line And try to take it home I left my lamp a-burning I left the front door open
I . . . who took the money? who took the money away? i . . . it's always showtime here at the edge of the stage i, i, i, wake up and wonder what was the
Headin' down to the river, feelin' all undone Might be for the best if I just stare into the sun So I can't see, what a fool you made of me Well, I am
When the rain is fallin' you can hear me callin' Been gone so long that I wanna cry In all the cities that I see, this open road has taken me To another
The river rolls and the river winds And it seems to do something for my peace of mind Though I didn't know it, I came here looking to find A place to
You looked at me through old windows And said, "Dust is all I know" And you're so clean and I'm so tired Like lovers' smiles and green marker miles Chorus
Chorus: It's a bloody Mary morning Baby's left me without warning Sometime in the night And I'm flying down to Houston Forgetting her the nature of my
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Dream a little dream of you With your golden hair and your eyes so blue Like a song Tchikovski played That makes me come on slowly Your raven hair that
I'm sitting on a hilltop looking at a traffic jam Laughin' at the people as they drive as fast as they can But five miles an hour won't get them very
There's a town out there I spent a little time I almost didn't make it out alive Since I did I thought I'd write a song About the things I saw while I
To old cowboys the wind often whispers Sweet reminders of where they belong On back of a horse in a worn-out saddle Singin' a sweet country song, singin
Midnight, streetlights Give it up I'm going home Where the lamps are always burning And you're always waiting And I'm forever falling Last one undone
Well you asked was I holding I said no I?m not holding I thought you was holding, it?s true But here I?m not holding And since you?re not holding My dear
That train bound for Gloryland is headed up the line Fast rollin', high ballin', ain't that old St. Peter callin' Hell bent for Gloryland, lonesome friend
Divorcee goes to the bars A sophisticat pulls up in his car A hopeful youth waits for the first star to come out The sky above can be so mean, the clouds
I wish my baby had deep pockets So we could run around Spendin' all her money Paintin' up the town I wish my baby had deep pockets I'd love life everyday
