I lived in no holy house but the Grand Hotel The back streets of this old town, I know so well And I drunk of no holy wine, save muscatel Now my friend
You keep me waiting til its getting aggrivating....you're a slow poke i wait and worry but you never seem to hurry, you're a slow poke. time means nothing
Well, it won't be long now until that old sun goes down And darkness helps me hide my shameful tears My wife works all night long for a man who's halfway
Alright In the beginning Not so long ago There were five country rockers I saw the very first show And I jumped up with the crowd To give a standing
Whippoorwill's singing On a soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby I left down in New Orleans I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing
I've got my head up on the ceiling And I can't see myself lookin' down At a heartthat has no feelin' And I could not care when you come around I'm tryin
You and I counting, desert stars and Lovers, one by one While mandolins and steel guitars Help our love along Who could show you, ever know you Fall
I can remember when I used to see you passin' by And it seemed in vain when it never changed 'Cause the only thing we said was, 'Hi' But then out of
As the moon goes fading He lies awake waiting For a break in the night When he makes, he's lonely flight And it's the same old story Somebody bound for
I've thought about the things I need And I'm willing just to let them be There's nothing that I'd want anyway That could take the place of you and all
