'Neath your feet you feel the world is shaking And your dreams slowly sifting thro' your hand But there's a place you'll never be forsaken I'm a warm
Oh the sound of the thing is not a ring it's more like a pleasant purr And the only sound I hear at night is the sound of my purring air-conditioner
All the good times are past and gone all the good times are past and gone All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do I can
I had a bird he flew away and I guess he's gone to stay But I see him winging on his way my flyaway bird named Yesterday He's over the place of my birth
Breakfast, black coffee, one slice of dry toast No butter, no jelly, no jam Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks No booze, no potatoes, no ham
On the warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere I met up with a gambler we were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a starin' out window
Remember the nights we would jam in the motels After the honky tonks closed No one had credit And no one had no place to go. Just crazy kids with 'lectric
Farmer Jones ran short on seeds so he borrowed from his neigbor Sam The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop while his neighbor's all burned brown Sam
Go away from my window leave at your own chosen speed I'm not the one you want babe I'm not the one that you need You say you're looking for someone
She don't hold and kiss me like she did one time I think my sweet baby's got leavin' on her mind The longer I know her the more I can tell my darling
Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk someone said he stumbled and he fell Six squad cars came screamin' to the rescue hauled old Billy Dalton off to
line The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your nine Nine says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew She didn't have no class, I barely
The old gang's gone I'm the only one that's left And I guess that it's about time I move on out myself Cause there ain't no use in hangin' round a town
The first sound I heard was a woman's cry The first word I learned to utter was goodbye Forgive me if I'm wrong in what I do to you While passin' through
Her house on the corner of Cedar and Elm still stands in our town But it's been empty since she moved away the day that the saw mill closed down We'd
She falls through the doorway and rolls down the hall She bounces off the sofa and walks into the wall It's easy to see that she buckles and bends She
They passed an ordinance in the town they said we'd have to tear it down That little old shack out back so dear to me Though the health department said
I remember the time she used to be mine But just a little bit later on down the line she said bye bye try not to cry See you just a little bit later
