I feel so bad I've got a worried mind I'm so lonesome all the time Since I left my baby behind on Blue Bayou Saving nickels and saving dimes working till
It must be I have always loved you just never knew where I would find you You've always been the one babe now that I've found you I can't remember ever
There was only me and her and him The bar was giving last call so I thought I'd move on in And I was slick and feeling like a man so I took the stool
Words & Music by Ed Bruce and Dee Moeller Were there never quite enough Sundays Did I leave out a birthday or two Did I make too much of mere holiday
THEY CALL HER A HUNDRED DOLLAR LADY I DON?T REALLY KNOW WHAT SHE?S WORTH BUT EVER SINCE SHE WALKED INTO THIS HONKY TONK I?VE COUNTED ALL MY MONEY WANTIN
Before the snow flies and summer dies the wildbirds fly away Before the winter falls the spirit calls and warns 'em not to stay And this morning something
Soft rain kissing the fallen leaves night wind harmonizing with whispering trees Of pretty sounds I've heard the sweetest I think maybe Is when she sings
There's a parking lot where the corner cafe stood One of the places we first fell in love They've built a waterslide on the bluff by the riverside Where
I didn't cry today I even smile today When I heard someone say that you had passed his way I guess you'd have to say I'm gettin' better Then I heard our
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost He rides a feed
Oh Lord if I could just go home I'd do things different from now on There wouldn't be near the gray in my old daddy's hair Oh Lord if I could just go
Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station You can be there by four-thirty cause I've made you reservation Don't be slow oh no
Just as sure as there's gold in California A jukebox in Tesas guitars down in Tennessee Just as sure as a peach grows in Georgia We gonna make it love
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas
Words & Music by Ed Bruce and Donnie Blanz At the door at five a.m. Off to bust my back again And here you are, kissing me goodbye Suddenly the day
Words & Music by Ed Bruce The lashes that she bats Above those big blue eyes are real The nails she scratches my back with are hers She's soft and warm
This very night the train was right on time Baby stepped aboard and left the both of us behind now You've got to make your day and I've got to make my
Did you ever say I'm lonesome and stop to wonder really what lonesome is Lonesome is a little boy standing in a crowd a telephone ringing in an empty
