There goes my reason for living there goes my everything I hear footsteps slowly walking as they gently walk across a lonely floor And a voice is softly
My driftin' mem'ry goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in mama's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that some day we could
Way back in '29 somewhere in Coffeeville Was a honky tonk named Big Mable Murphy's She had a sweetheart named Little Melvin And hair would fly between
I can see a long line of cars with their headlights on I can see kinfolks cryin' cause somebody's gone Then they gather around as it let the sinner men
I just left San Antonio Heading down to the town of Laredo Got my mind on the border of Mexico Gonna stop for a tank off To go at a place called a Purple
I didn't hear the engines of a jet plane I didn't hear the whistle of a train I didn't hear the taxi driver knockin' on my door I didn't hear her walkin
Before you take another step there's something you should know About the years ahead and how they'll be You'll be living in a world where roses hardly
(She wakes me with a kiss every morning) And she loves me to sleep every night How lucky I am to have searched for And found the beginning of the rest
Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp O.C. Smith Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
Sweetheart, it's been several days now Since they found me on the street But since then an old friend Lonely Five And he's got me back on my feet This
(Today I can feel it touching home) Today pain became a real life's hurtin' thing And the choir of loneliness sang me a song Now I know what it means
Last night she let the strong red wine carry her away She smoked up her old sunshine as if it still shined every day Her hand reached out and touched
The words of her promise, the flame of her faith And the love that would never drift away Where did they go, Lord, where did they go? Somehow forever
Just outside these prison bars the hanging tree is waitin' At sunrise I'll meet darkness and death will say hello Darling touch your lips to mine and
If I could paint pictures I'd paint one for you A picture portraying the love we once knew Then a tear would reveal the sorrow in me As I painted white
Love is like a young tree that lives or dies and then becomes a mem'ry of tragedy Soon you'll be far away and free forever gone but you'll always be a
More than once I've cried because impatience let me down I could see the gold before the gold was found And every time I've trusted love to lead me by
If my heart had windows you'd see a heart full of love just for you A tear may appear when I hold you near but that's for the sweet things you do If my
