If I drove a truck And I were waitress And I ordered coffee And I poured you some Then you'd stop by On your way sometime later And if we arm-wrestled
译文: 话音刚落，Carlene. 婴儿乘坐方便（二重奏与戴维兹）.
In fair silver city on the blind side of fate I grew up to manhood on the narrow and straight But prideful i stumbeled, and foolish i fell In the silken
236-6132 is the number of my love Even though it's been some time since he made fair to answer 'Cause he feints and fades from view like a fighter ducks
Down to a dollar in a terrible fix, i was hopin my bookie would call Coolin my heels at the motel six, waitin for the axe to fall Phone rings, man, i
Woodpecker woman, chipaway, whittle, carve my name in a hick'ry fiddle Dance all night, dream just a little, i go like the raven Down in the meadow,
Hey-yah My love has gone all upon the crimson trail His drum at dawn beating brimstone through the veil Clear light through smoke and ash And balmy
All rise, behold the famous disappearing man Who comes in crimson robes but leaves in yellow rags Hear now his ancient call to union And the furious
He sang the power and glory down the hill at evenin The rain, the river roarin, wild geese at their grievin All the way to nashville town he strayed
Mother red river she wind like a copperhead Coils and boils over dennison dam Little white houses, eggs on the rocky bed I am the sun of the serpent,
Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by In the early dawn when
In a castle keep, in a vault of stone, in a house at the end of the lane And old man weeps in his door alone and he sings out this mournful refrain
On a sleepy endless ocean when the world lay in a dream There was rhythm in the splash and roll, but not a voice to sing So the moon shone on the breakers
She come down from oklahoma with her brown-eyed pride and joy She come down from oklahoma with her brown-eyed pride and joy The fair-haired desdemona
Recorded by Ernest Tubb Written by Sgt. Henry Stewart and Ernest Tubb When the postman delivered a letter It filled her dear heart full of joy But she
Days are passing and the time is growing near We all trying to figure out what we're doing here Reflections and deception are creeping in Feel your head
I've been thinking a lot about the women the booze that i've been drinking, the days that I've been spending something is missing from my experience
I know it's unbelievable And I know it seems unthinkable There's a place I wanna meet you There's a place, a place we got to, got to, got to Need to,
