Turncoat, killer, liar, thief 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Turncoat, killer, liar, thief Criminal with protection of the law, go State lies dressed up as evening
You love me more than those dirty clothes 'Cause you can't imagine me as someone old But in the moment of sinless embrace Your eyes stare right through
i try to talk to you but the words all come out wrong what would i say to you that's why i sing my song there's no connection just feelings of regret
Stray cats masquerading in chiaroscuro paintings. There's a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it. Suddenly demons of
Do you have no patience for ignorance especially your own? Death to the lies, death to all manipulation Do you ever feel that you've won this day But
(Dolly Parton) Here I am, oh here I am, here I am If you need a love that's true Need someone to stand by you Here I am, oh here I am, here I am
(Dolly Parton) Mama, it's so good to be back home again I'm so proud to see that you are looking well Yes, I know that I look a little weary Oh, but
(Dolly Parton) Fly away from my window little blue bird Fly as far as you can away from here And let not your song fall upon my ear Go spread your
(Dolly Parton) I open up my door to greet the early morning sun Closing it behind me and away I do run To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing
(Porter Wagoner) There are so many things that I don't understand And I search my mind to try to find an answer But the more I search the less I seem
(Dolly Parton) The man I loved ran a salesman route Selling goods from house to house Now I knew my mama would never stand For me stepping out with
(Dolly Parton) I know you think you love her and you're making plans to leave But I must tell you something I just hope you'll believe I know it isn
There's a bit of magic in a simple little smile Something that just makes life seem a little more worthwhile And there's a world of meaning in the touch
(Porter Wagoner) You're gentle body lying here so close to me As you move your hand slowly across my face You're touch is as soft as the words you
(Dolly Parton) Back through the years I go wondering once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how
Listen, big boy Now that you got me made Goodness, but I'm afraid Somethin's gonna happen to you Listen, big boy You gotta be hooked, and how I would
I'd like to see you break the spell He hits and runs Blows worlds apart And from the start It worked so well So please pray tell Why is it equally
Back through the years I go wandering once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall the box of rags Someone gave us And how my mama put the rags