Miracles appear in the strangest of places fancy meeting you here The last time I saw you was just out of Houston let me sit down and buy you a beer
Always wanting you, but never having you, Makes it hard to face tomorrow 'cause I Know I'll be wanting you again. Always loving you, but never touching
I came back to find my Annie'd moved away To some town in California close in something somewhere close to east LA Don't think finding her was easy cause
I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am But they won't let my secret go untold I paid the debt I owed them,but they're still not satisfied
I'm tired of this dirty old city. Entirely too much work and never enough play. And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks. Think I'll walk off my steady
Instrumental Intro. One night when the moon was bright on the moonlit bay. That is where I found my little Cherokee maid. The memory of the that night
Carolyn let me tell you what I've heard about a man today He didn't come home from work and he went away Till he came to a city bright in the night time
Everybody's had the blues sometimes and Everybody knows the tune. And everybody knows the way I'm feelin' cause Everybody's had the blues. A lonely,
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43, When I was just a child in momma's arms. My daddy plowed the ground and promised someday we would
I hear people talkin' bad, About the way we have to live here in this country, Harpin' on the wars we fight, An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta
Rollin with the flow Going where the lonely go Anywhere the lights are low Going where the lonely go Making up things to do Not running in all directions
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labour camp Stand out in this memory I revived; Cause my daddy raised a family there, with two hard working hands
Well there's been sayin' goin' round I began to think it's true It's awful hard to love someone when they don't care about you Once I had a lovin' gal
I live the kinda life most men only dream of I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to
In the town of Louisville they got a man called Big Bad Bill I want to tell you he sure was tough Yeah all folks scared to death when he walked by they
There's not much a man can do inside a prisoner Just take his mem'ry trips and fights the pain And a word from home can mean so much to a prisoner It
That old white haired judge in Dallas Didn't pay my story no mind They're takin' me down to Huntsville I'm bringin' in a load of time They caught me
Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While Mama used to
