They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it
Please Come Home For Christmas Bells will be ringing this sad sad news Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone I have no friends To wish
pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if she's able You know the queen of heats is always your best
Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One
Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf But let me tell you I got some news for you And
It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin' on the dreams he planned to try The days
I like the way your sparkling earrings lay, against your skin, it's so brown and I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight with a billion stars
Raven hair and ruby lips sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy
James Dean, James Dean I know just what you mean James Dean, you said it all so clean And I know my life would look allright If I could see it on
Well, my time went to quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy, God knows I was feelin' alive
Oo, Midnight Flyer Engineer, won't you let your whistle moan? Oo, Midnight Flyer I paid my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on A runaway team of horses
City girls just seem to find out early How to open doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace
above But here in my heart I give you the best of my love Oh sweet darlin' you get the best of my love, oh Sweet darlin', you get the best of my love
Cruisin' down the center of a two way street Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son,
Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you'
He was a hard-headed man He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart of the cold
One of these nights One of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out Pretty mama What turns on your lights The full moon is calling The fever
There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar Great expectations, everybody's watching you People you meet, they all seem to know you Even your
