Truly, I love you truly Truly, I love you truly And it would mean so much to me If you could understand That I need you, Just to be my lover man I
The first time ever i saw your face i thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the night and the empty
I shall sing as long as I live And as long as I live, I shall sing And I shall sing as long as I live And as long as I live, I shall sing Mmm, even
It's Electric! You can't see it [It's electric!] You gotta feel it [It's electric!] Ooh, it's shakin' [It's electric!] [Jiggle-a-mesa-cara She's a pumpin
Well, it's harvest time out on this Amarillo highway Daydreamin' the South of France I could whistle you out waltzin' there Would you still say you can
So much silence to my hometown streets Gonna put my cheek to the window and watch it sleep Where the shadow's fall from sycamore trees Fight off this
I'm gonna open up the window and let in October And roll up my sleeves in the rain Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder Breezes gettin
The sun will stop shinin' Hearts will stop poundin' The screen is so lonely tonight The men are out prayin' The women are sayin' She died for the loss
An urban light hit's a bartender's smile 'Cause it's closin' time again Last call rang out such a long time ago In the heart of Julie Anne Now she waits
I worked hard for that rose You may have it when you go 'Cause it's the dreaming it lends Worth holding here And when the outbound lane brings me trouble
It's a southern road west of New Orleans I'm fightin' off a cold From these winter rounds Houston She's just around the corner But I think I'll stop
Goodbye gray sky I see my heart comin' round the bend The sun's comin' up on the Poet In My Window Her saving grace is my old friend I'll never lose
He is from the work of a Southern writer Where everyman's a fighter Where the strong survive And the weak move north to rest He had lines of silver and
(By Nanci Griffith & Bobby Nelson) How I wish that you would call... we have not spoken since last fall Now that smokey conversation's come and gone
She's just a hill country girl home from the city Her pocket's full of plenty of those neon lights And her mother's smile shines on her youngest child
He took a plane to New York City To chase his fortune on the Wall Street plan Now he is stranded in Manhattan Yet the Southeast Texas coast still calls
(By Pat Alger, Bill Dale & Fred Koller) There's a lighthouse in the harbor Giving guidance with it's light But, I had no one to return to As I wandered
Rita was sixteen years... hazel eyes and chestnut hair She made the Woolworth counter shine Eddie was a sweet romancer, and a darn good dancer They'd
