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On the Ponderosa: Lorne Greene & His Western Classics (Lorne Greene) · The Best of Buddy Greene (Mark Lowry) · Milo Greene (Milo Greene) · Jack Greene and Jeannie Seely (Live at the Grand Ole Opry) (Jack Greene) · Lorne Greene: The Man (Lorne Greene) · Milo Greene (Milo Greene) · Milo Greene (Milo Greene) · The Best of Jack Greene : Statue of a Fool (Jack Greene) · Denny Greene (Dennis Greene) · Jack Greene/Jeannie Seely (Jack Greene) – and 90 other albums »


crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
[Chorus] 
Travis are you out there somewhere. 
Searching for somebody to care. 
Are you doing the same thing. 
That your daddy did to you. 
Wish I could
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
On the counter 
By your keys 
Was a book of numbers 
And your remedies 
One of these 
Surely will screen out the sorrow 
But where are you tomorrow

I
tacked on the door 

Each night in my dreams down the trail I can see
Travis and Bob, and they're waiting for me 

On the ranch there's a lonely old
now
Because I know the seasons change

Summer's here and then it's gone
Spots are changing on the fawn
Spring and summer held my heart
But I can feel
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
I just got the goodbye news
Handed me, down by Travis Shoes
Yes, our love was just a lie
Don't want you to see me cry
But those are hurts,
and they are gone and they've flown away

Where are all the cyclos
With their drivers pedaling grace?
Crowded out by motorbike, confined to lesser space
In
listening?
Yeah, I bet you are
Hands up for Hollywood (hooray!), I hear you
Snappy on the air, hang in there, wall to wall
You saved the world, what else, you
and assassins and ladies of the night
I call upon you this evening in the hope of shedding some light
I can't go into detail or finger unfounded fools
But
Written by Travis Tritt

Girl I know you see me
As a man who's strong and never filled with doubt
But your love gives me courage
You don't realize I
This one's for Julie, who we love
I love her almost as I do Alma
But we don't do Alma no more
It's called รข??England's Glory'. if you want to sing
'd like to shake your hand
Doin' the things that we want to
In a way you guys are the best friends I ever had
Doin' the things that we want to ...
and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons
Mr. Greene
Asked me yesterday,
"Boy, what do you want to be?
With some work,
In ten years or so,
You could be sitting here just like me."
He
lasting, you don't have to win or anything

Flashing lights and evil clowns
We'll challenge you in your home town
Elea and I are big on pinball
We love
By the way are you feeling it bit by bit
Piece by piece they're stealing it
Bite the dust hit the deck they're dealing it
You've got to give it up
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
Travis Edmonson

Chorus:
I must bid adieu to my island. Leave the nights by the sea. My heart is heavy inside me. Bow down just like a palm tree.
put the book by itself on the shelf
With my heart in it
Never wasting time takin' the right way home
I know you're never wastin' time
Findin'
beats are so stank
And these are just a few people that I wish to thank
My man Lucky Locked Up, and Avinar
My man Albee, just for chasin' squals

Chorus:
(Merle Travis)
Come and listen you fellows 
So young and do fine 
And seek not your fortune 
In the dark, dreary mines 

It will form
for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You
care witcha hardware
Are you a dope MC or relevant?
All y'all lightweight; me - I'm elephant
Top that! Sy Scott, Khyree and me
Meet the new arsenal