The rivers are swollen, we got a flood on our hands Get out the buckets and the pots and the pans Mama put the pictures in the old wooden boat Billy,
95 South, 95 South 95 South from Portland Maine When am I ever gonna see you again? 95 South, 95 South 95 South tryin' to whistle a tune Potholes deeper
jeans In the July heat When the sun went down She cooked black-eyed peas. She drove way too close In her automobile She said, "Hey, Joe, Would you
All My Love Baby turn the key. All My Love Say you'll stay by me. All My Love Close your eyes and yawn. Well, I been lookin' at you For an hour or two
In a border town when the lights go down And the Ranchero Radio plays You wont find me around in the lights of the town I'll be out where the day meets
1) Bet me your last nickel that the neon shines tonight Bet me on a night like this I will treat you right Now don't tell me your troubles it just ain
I have stumbled on the plains Staggered in the wind Stood at a crossroad or two Cried to a river Swept to the sea All just to get to you I have flagged
Well I gave all my money to the banker this month Now I got no more money to spend She smiled when she saw me comin' through that door When I left she
Do you know why the trees bend At the west Texas border? Do you know why they bend Sway and twine? The trees bend because of the wind Across that lonesome
River's on the rise, crows are in the skies Look at that big yellow cornbread moon. Now that you're lookin' Do you feel something cookin'? Look at that
The carnival is closed for the winter The gates are full of nails All my belongings in a camper truck In front of some Hell Hole Motel. The rides are
Hey operator, cancel the phone call I hear somebody knockin' at the door Lookie here it's Loretta And she never looked better Her arms full of groceries
I've been workin' on the farm, just me and my brother Jack Choppin' a sea of cotton till I thought I'd break my back Everything changed when my daddy
(Jimmie Gilmore) Did you ever see Dallas from a DC-9 at night? Well Dallas is a jewel, oh yeah, Dallas is a beautiful sight. And Dallas is a jungle but
(Joe Ely) There's a flood in the suburbs Where will all the water go I'm down at your shack Hangin' on to your back door You tell me you're the kind
Chorus They call me the Crazy Lemon I'm crazy...wild...free, for a while I can't help what they think I was born that way. I'll be a little crazy till
I got your letter in the mailbox, honey Love flys, when your far away When I get home I'll give you all a my money Don't Put a Lock on My Heart
(Joe Ely) Dame tu mano Dame tu mano The night is cheap like a velvet painting The streets are wet but it ain't been raining Dame tu mano Dame tu mano
