I'm 500 miles away from home Teardrops fell on mama's note When I read the thing she wrote She said, "We miss you son We love you, come on home" Well
Abilene, Abilene prettiest town I've ever seen Women there don't treat you, mean in Abilene my Abilene Crowded cities ain't nothing free nothing in this
My names in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy?s bike The preacher came by and I talked
Oh, the sound of the thing is not a ring It's more like a pleasant purr And the only sound I hear at night Is the sound of my purring air-conditioner
Alimony alimony work till my fingers are bloody and boney Me oh my oh goodness sake I'm paying for my mistake Ali-money I call it ali-money you married
Another love has ended (another love has ended) Like so many in the past (a million loves in the past) And people now are saying ( everybody's saying)
I'm calling from the station and I haven't got much time to let you know Got a ticket for Missouri and there's things I need to say before I go If I
from Detroit to St. Louis. But it could not be pulled off. Bill Parsons was no Bobby Bare and the we soon faded back into obscurity, playing at neighborhood bars in Dayton, Ohio. Bobby
Open the gates up hey screw did you miss me Jimmy I see that you found a new friend Warden come down here and kiss me hello cause I'm back home in Huntsville
Will you be there in the courtyard Barbara Joe Will your honor be avenged with justice done When they cover my head over Barbara Joe Will you hide your
She was young and she was pretty a victim of a rich man's whim When she met a wealthy gentleman Big Ben Colson and she had a child by him Well he promised
I drive all day at hauling freight until I get my fill And after five I'm always found at Dottie's Bar and Grill I talked with all the local crowd a couple
I had a bird he flew away And I guess he's gone to stay But I see him winging on his way My flyaway bird named Yesterday He's over the place of my birth
[ Bobby ] I guess I'd better try again to straighten up my tie again before I leave [ Skeeter ] The party's over the laughter's died there's no one in
Mhmmm hmm hmm How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man And how many seas must a white dove sail before she can sleep in the sand
They say for every boy there's a girl and she's waitin' somewhere in this world It's all been planned to someone up above and I know it's written in the
All the good times are past and gone all the good times are past and gone All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do I can
Here am I a beggar I never thought it would turn out like this I'd be begging for your kiss But I must have your love Here am I a beggar I've reached