Two eggs cooked sunnyside, that's enough for me One spoon, one fork, one knife you guard it with your life Take in this kitchen life, one hundred people
You ask me to read this letter that you wrote the night before And you really should know better 'cause it's worth a whole lot more Brother, you know
"I'm not in your town to stay" Said a lady old and gray I'm just here to get my baby out of jail Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail
Gone are the days when the ox fall down Take up the yoke and plow the fields around Gone are the days when the ladies said, 'Please Gentle Jack Jones,
Yeah, the sun comes up In a coffee cup Waitress please I've had enough Lord, I can't believe what I see How could you be alone? When you could sit right
well i said goodbye to mother and i packed away my old guitar i gave the rest to my dear brother and hit the road in his old car i'll make it home someday
I was driving down the highway, on a dark and stormy night A little girl by the roadside showed up in my head lights I stopped and she got in the car
all the things i've done in time were justified the day stars aligned and you came here and filled this space of an empty place inside my soul left open
And if I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean And if I had a pony I'd ride him on my boat And we could all together go out on the ocean I said me upon my
Welcome to the Dock Street Theater Ladies and Gentlemen, The Blue Dogs!
Your shining lips remind me of a mountain stream Your cool blue eyes straight from a dream Your breath smells like cornbread Sometimes I think about
a barefoot mona lisa she's got diesel in her hair she was looking for a man who could understand where she was to be and he'll hold her there she took
Chorus: Hang my hat on a crescent moon Way up there in a cosmic saloon And watch the world go by through the eyes of a bird up in the sky On a horse
I've seen the lightning flashin' I've heard the thunder roar Somewhere on the dark side of town My baby's with a new love the wind is howlin' on I should
Half of my mistakes, I made stone cold sober Half of my mistakes, I made at closing time Half the time I never saw it coming till it was over Half of
she was i couldn't see quite clear but i saw her throwin' down shots through the smoke and the beer just as i made it over to ask for her hand well the dogs
watch the armadillos rootin Armadillos rootin all around Well when I get down to Austin Tell ya where I'm going to go Going down to the railways I'm gonna watch the blue
I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't never shine Than to be in some big city In a small room with you on my mind So blow your whistle