In lieu of an answer I ask you this question It's not necessary Just suggested Do you want me Do you love me Will you kiss me Will you hold me
Being on the run, there?s one thing I?ve found you don?t miss the sun, till the sun goes down to get to heaven, I?ll go through hell yeah I?ve learned
Not many a woman I?ve known, took their first trip and hopped a train Learned not to be scared when you?ve gotta jump off again Well she did not fall
Running hard and running fast Trying to get away Going to the bayou Where no one knows my name No one knows my name Chorus Won't you hide me Pa Fore
He?s twenty one and jealous Of his shadow outside the fence Got a bible from his cellmate He?s searching for a second chance Hopes that he can make it
Girl it seems we won't be coming home soon Corpus finds me singin my old highway tune I can make you swear I hung the Texas Moon Can you hear a bird
I can?t blame my thoughts cause I just think them I can?t blame my beers cause I just drank them Oh don?t try to tell me that you figured out my past
Hey man I wish I had a smoke, for which to take a drag To help me ease these anxiety Oh the things I?d wish I?d done for you and the things I wish I
Let?s go dance with the gypsies tonight Let?s go dance with the gypsies tonight Gypsies are dancing down by the river Let?s go dance with the gypsies
Well I guess you just kept me around just to run him off Yea but he came crawlin' back one day and you told him to get lost Tell me what gave you the
Well I got my clothes in my suitcase, right by my side Come tomorrow morning baby I?m taking a ride And I?m going to Austin Lord I?m gonna make it my
I remember when I met you, big city boy small town blues This town seems so small to me well I was used to the blvd When I saw you I fell so hard now
Well your daddy?s supposed to work too many bumps on the head There?s bills and there?s habits, and there?s mouths to be fed Mama she quit trying about
see the morning Going down the stoney end I never wanted to go Down the stoney end Mama let me start all over Cradle me, mama, cradle me again Going down the stoney
the good book Jesus Till I read between the lines Now I don't believe I wanna see the morning Going to the stoney end I never wanted to go to the stoney
[Man talking:] And this story just in from the wires of the associated press The incidents of mental illness in the United States appears to be on the
Nick: together , and then I kiss S.A.: swimmin' and hummin', and then I kiss My stoney baby my stoney baby (my stoney) my stoney baby (my stoney, my baby, my stoney) my stoney
White trim, big bling, bass bin pounding thru suburban hell All the curtains twitch (Nothing ever seems to change round here) Pub shut, half cut, kebab