Music

Sometimes I think about my daddy
and his old spice grin,
Cleaned pressed shirts, and a farmers tan
She never asked him questions
So he never told her lies
but I heard my mama cry some
And I was sitting in the hallway on the night he left
huggin my knees, holding my breath
I never knew why but he was damn sure gone
thought it was maybe my fault

‘Cause She wore flowered dresses for him
Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
On the chance that they were goin’ out tonight
Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
And she looked real nice, she looked real nice

It feels like ages since you lay down in my arms
See no good reason still I’m tangled in your charms
My God you’re smiling
You catch my eyes
My heart is pounding deep inside
Thought I was doing fine
About to get you off my mind
I see you face and then I’m wrapped
Around your pretty little finger again

Bruce Robison

Maybe you’ve heard, your ole buddy’s gone crazy
Searching for words, too deep, sweet reason and rhyme
Living alone, more and more and he’s prone to be lazy
Turning to stone, blasted and blind.

Don’t turn away there, hey, goddamn you, he was your brother
Turn on your father, sister, mother, brother
He was your friend.

Don’t you condemn him, leave it to strangers
You ought to know him, give him a hand, if you can
But at least for Jesus Christ’s sake, understand him.

Maybe you’ve heard that they say that the lady’s been changing
Day after day, more than her mind
Learning to play, where the part has her turning to strangers
Going too far, line after line.

Don’t turn away there - hey - goddamn you, you used to love her
Turn on your father, sister, mother, mister
She was your friend.

Don’t you condemn her, leave it to strangers
You ought to know her, give her a hand, if you can
But at least for Jesus Christ’s sake, understand her.

- Kris Kristofferson (has sound)

I dont need a big fine car.
I got everything that a man could want,
I got more than I could ask for.
I dont have to run around,
I dont have to stay out all night.
cause I got me a sweet … a sweet, lovin woman,
And she knows just how to treat me right.

Well my baby, shes alright,
Well my baby, shes clean out-of-sight.
Dont you know that shes … shes some kind of wonderful.
Shes some kind of wonderful … yes she is, shes,
Shes some kind of wonderful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh …