an order Coffee, tea, or something stronger to start off the day It's a bloody Mary morning And I'm leaving baby somewhere in L.A. [ Chorus - x3 ]
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
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
sun does rise and fall, and the midnight wind it does whistle and wind Like a dust cloud from the flatland with the force of the mountain behind Stood
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'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
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
As I woke up at the dawn of the day And I felt no one there beside me And I felt life like a clock tickin? on This road ahead and behind me I knew this
It's been too many years with only memories Looking back through the years with my Rose Back on the past, Lord Almighty she went fast That same old Sunday
Chorus: There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go You'll never tame him darling and you know He'll break your heart in two And after that he still
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
Well the wind from the mountain To the valley, to the town below Burns baby with an anger that with every second grows Bringing to the people desperation
can't see the sunrise The phone, it rings, who could it be Well, it ain't her, and it's not for me Forgetting's as easy as 1-2-3 my friends say Her face
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
You and I headed straight into the west Sun is rising behind we're heading straight into the darkness And it's been so long since I've seen you But I