Don Edwards:
"One morning they searched his adobe.
He'd disappeared without even a word.
But that night as the moon crossed the mountain,
One more coyote was heard...."
Journey:
"And being apart ain't easy on this love affair
Two strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy of rediscovering you
Oh, girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours
Faithfully"
Tricia Yearwood
The song remembers when.
The whole damb thing.
I was standing at the counter
I was waitin' for the change
When I heard that old familiar music start
It was like a lighted match
Had been tossed into my soul
It was like a dam had broken in my heart
After taking every detour
Gettin' lost and losin' track
So that even if I wanted I could not find my way back
After drivin' out the memory of the way things might have been
After I'd forgotten all about us
The song remembers when
We were rollin' through the Rockies
We were up above the clouds
When a station out of Jackson played that song
And it seemed to fit the moment
And the moment seemed to freeze
When we turned the music up and sang along
And there was a God in Heaven
And the world made perfect sense
We were young and were in love and we were easy to convince
We were headed straight for Eden
It was just around the bend
And though I had forgotten all about it
The song remembers when
I guess something must've happened
And we must've said goodbye
And my heart must have been broken
Though I can't recall just why
The song remembers when
Well for all the miles between us
And for all the time that's passed
You would think I haven't gotten very far
And I hope my hasty heart
Will forgive me just this once
If I stop to wonder how on earth you are
But that's just a lot of water
Underneath the bridge I've burned
And there's no use in back tracking around corners I have turned
Still I guess some things we bary
Are just bound to rise again
And even if the whole world had forgotten
The song remembers when
Yeah, even if the whole world has forgotten
The song remembers when
Willie Nelson
My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys:
The whole daggone thing:
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy
And lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them
With the words of a sad country song
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From bein' alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightman
Knowin' well that your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth fade away
Old worn-out saddles, and old worn-out memories
With no one and no place to stay
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
People say I'm no good,
Crazy as a loon,
Cause I get stoned in the morning,
I get drunk in the afternoon,
Kinda like my old blue tick hound
I like to lay around in the shade
I ain't got nobody ,
But I **** sure got it made
Cause I ain't asking nobody for nothing
If I cant get it now my own
If ya dont like the way I'm livin,
Just leave this long haired country boy alone.
May his soul rest in peace.
CDB
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