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there's my daughter Dottie,
She takes guitar, that's true.
Junior, he takes karate.
Smashed her guitar in two.

For all these lessons,
I have to pay.
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
The saddest sight my eyes can see
Is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees
Sittin' in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee
and time again
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away
From you leaving me this way

Jesus, can you
it out,
Day by day.
There's no room for doubt,
Just one way.

[Chorus]
Up to the rooftop, out in the rain...
And I'm looking out over West
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds,
sin 
And time and time again 
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in 
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away 
From you leaving me this
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in
will get what they surely deserve

Geologists point to a line that is drawn
From fourteenth street to the upper west side
This city could drop in
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds,
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in
I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood
Left some footprints in the deep red clay
Found my way past the temptations of plenty
Let
Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can
leaving, I'm leaving you

Little girl in the west
Your daddy's in the east
Mother's tears made pictures wet
Turning sleepless in her bed.
He's leaving, he's
Margaritas in the morning, straight tequila in the evening
No matter what I'm drinking it just ain't no easy with her leaving
This day hold on his
It happens so easy, in the wink of an eye 
 The moment you cut the cable 
 The rest of the world goes drifting by 
 Leaving you high and dry
She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust 
And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound Bus 
Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West 
Down
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young

When I was a young man, I had to kick and scratch and claw
Now it's like top gun in the Old
to Jeannie and, became a running gun

I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west
My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best
As I smiled
would like to get some of your ellegro gato

Who is that stranger coming in from Santiago?
Leaving his mark on the girl on the were like carro
She is
the Golden West
Down came the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
We are the ones that are left to blame

Examples of man's stupidity
Endless lessons in humility
Why do we wait till they're gone and dead?
We
Well she drew out all her money out from southern trust
And put a little boy aboard a greyhound bus
Leaving Louisiana for the golden west
Down came
Well she drew out all her money out from southern trust
And put a little boy aboard a greyhound bus
Leaving Louisiana for the golden west
Down