Lyrics:
You may not know how
To make words rhyme
Carry a tune or a clap on time now
You may have no knowledge of musical things
But deep down inside
As I passed by
A real fine hotel
A chick walked out
She sure looked swell
I gave her the eye
And started to carry on
When a Cadillac cruised
You may not know how to make words rhyme,
Carry a tune, or clap on time now
You may have no knowledge, you musical thing
But deep down inside
His embrace, a fortress
It fuels me and places
A skeleton of trust
Right beneath us
Bone by bone
Stone by stone
If you ask yourself
I'm sending you a picture
To carry with you all the time
So when you're feeling lonely
It's something to remind you
I'm thinking of you constantly
and to carry out happiness
Whilst being appropriately unburdened by wise and worthy guides
Relieved from the heavy burden of responsibility
Responsibility for
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
carries on
I guess it always will
But deep inside my heart
Time stands still
Stay for awhile
Well, it's good to see your smile
And I love your company
carries you away
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's the morning that my heart had seen
Here's
a masterpiece of pain,
With every brushstroke, (I’m bound by your chains.)
Pre-Chorus
Your eyes, they haunt me, a fire so intense,
A muse from the underworld,
You're showing me who you are
It comes by day and night
But what if the muse runs dry?
You are the one
You are the one
Thinking how and worry when
For
carries you away
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's the morning that my heart had seen
Here's
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
Before it goes on
And only I'm left
Before the parade passes by
I've gotta get in step while there's still time left
I'm ready to move out in
We've all been hurt by love
It's out of our hands
But for all it's worth
I'm drawing a line that's in the sand
Another morning just won't do
I
are free
My body is merely the shell of my soul
But the flesh must be given its due
Like a pony that carries its rider back home
Like an old
(So be careful of stones that you throw)
Oh, a tongue can accuse and carry bad news
Gossip is cheap and it's lo-o-ow
So unless you've made no
Call me your nymph
Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin
Call me your muse
A Sprite or an elf you cry to then use
I will not suffer, ah-ah
Walkin' along, whistlin' a song
Barefoot and fancy free
A big riverboat, passing us by
She's headed for New Orleans
There she goes
Disappearing
to carry, bags she deserve to carry
I hate that ho, I make it so hard just to talk, don’t I?
I get off topic don’t I? I get it poppin’ don’t I?
I’ll end up
I look to the east when the day
Is done and think of it all
All the thoughts that I've seen of
Satin seams and tide pool dreams
I look
take
But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone
as it ever was
Water dissolving and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Under the water, carry the water
Remove the water from
sandals
Don't you know thay
My life is in shambles
Abused by the muse
And engaged
With my rambles
It's time for us to see
If we really were meant to be
Me
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