Lyrics:
I can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin' down the line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didn't
A heart on the run
Keeps a hand on a gun
Can't trust anyone
I was so sure
What I needed was more
Tried to shoot out the sun
The days when we
a young bull rider
Til you look in the mirror and see an old timer
One by one
Your friends have crossed over
You pray for mercy and a few more days
November
When the weather gets bad
I start to remember
The good love we had
And the long nights get longer
Wish an old friend would drop by
let the good times roll and don't never
Let your young grow old in these days around this Podunk town
You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home
from kicking my ass
Harry Green was strong and tall
Played on a football team
Them good old boys said "you better watch out
He's not what he would seem
that boat by the bluff at the day's end
I got a need to find trouble when things are alright
I pine for pain in the morning light
And even with my
didn't seem to bother the old man at all.
A traveler was riding by that day
And stopped to hear him a-fiddling away
The cabin was afloat and his feet
a stretch of mortal time?
Is this God's experiment in which we had no say?
In which we're given paradise but only for a day?
Nothing can be altered, oh,
and the valleys, they need love
God forgive us and send us more love from above
Don't find good love every day, we ought to think
Before we throw good love away
On a Christmas night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
[Chorus:]
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're
Well, I woke up this morning
And I looked out the door
I can tell that old milk cow
By the way she lowed
Hold it, fellows, that don't move me
"Lord, have mercy on me"
Was the kneeling drunkard's plea
And as he knelt there on the ground
I know that God in Heaven looked down
I went down by
the good ol' days
Have a big hand shakin'
Sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan
And sing our cares away
Oh you talk about the good times
Talk
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton.
I remember, very well, the day old Dooley died. The woman folk looked sorry and the men sat around
connect with a 90 mph fastball for a homerun
He can also serve up a 90 mph fastball striking out his competition
He’s the modern day Babe Ruth
His talent
spirit free
Began livin' in respectability
But his old ways of thinkin' wouldn't die
Could not forget the old creed he lived by
And the good and bad
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
it's getting late at night
The fire's all raked and out goes the light
So now you've heard the story
of my old rig-a-doo
It's good-bye and God be with
don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date, "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Askin' God
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends like
a good farm slowly die
Gone to Shiloh
For the Union
Shoulder to shoulder
Side by side
Gone to Shiloh
Hope springs eternal
When flags and bullets
That's the good old sunny south.
Where your heart wants to play
And your feet want to dance,
Where the close of each day
brings a night of romance.
sky.
He told of a time
When he rode with the rangers
Down on the pecos
And he saved the day
Outnumbered by plenty
They were almost to cover
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