Am I totally off-base, or did I see you turn your pretty face toward me? Or did rosie-colored goggles stumble in and switch the toggles that create that realm of possibility? Did hormonal saturation infect my imagination to detect smart of electricity? Between you and I, there's something holy; to deny it is to call the Lord a liar. Cause our social magnetism spun the sky into a prism, and those colors set the wheel of love on fire I could feel my heart beat quicken, and the air began to thicken and I know you must've heard that angel choir singin' like a bird upon a Shotgun You may think me insane cause this bar became a palace and that glass, golden chalice and that beer became the finest French Champagne. And I'm usually not one to so boldly proclaim but you've made me a believer, and it's true, I've got a fever, and the only cure is... One second and I learned that you possess a most discerning sense of style. Yeah, the way you compliment the things that heaven must have sent you had me searching for my breath for quite a while And your mouth commenced to shinin' like a precious yellow diamond yeah, you really put the crack in, 'crack a smile.' Hard not to admire your jean jacket and that, 'party in the back' don't care hairdo and I nearly lost my baring couldn't help myself from staring when I saw how you had placed all those tattoos and the way your tube top struggled to contain those healthy bubbles, why, they'd pop if you just bent to tie your shoe Like the barrel of a Shotgun You may think me insane cause this bar became a palace and that glass, golden chalice and that beer became the finest French Champagne. And I'm usually not one to so boldly proclaim but you've made me a believer, and it's true, I've got a fever, and the only cure is... I didn't catch your name ( it must be something like the moon, or like the stars, or like a planet. Jupiter? Probably not Pluto...) What's your name again? ( Is it a state? Like Carolina, no? Virginia? No? Then Georgia. It's probably not New Mexico...) Was it some other word for light or something like the velvet night? I bet it doesn't fit as tight a those blue jeans Or was it something like your face? Like, was it beautiful or Grace? Or did your parents figure that would just be mean? Please think of me as just another stranger on the way to yet another bathroom fling It's not as if there's really any danger that somebody's ever offered you a ring I could further sing your praises but that'd probably just delay our gettin' down and I'd offer to escort you to my humble trailer court but dear, I live way on the other side of town Shall we try to the room where we can let this love consume us, or am I to leave this party with a frown? Or should I go get my Shotgun You may think me insane cause this bar became a palace and that glass, golden chalice and that beer became the finest French Champagne. And I'm usually not one to so boldly proclaim but you've made me a believer, and it's true, I've got a fever, and the only cure is... I didn't catch your name

Show me those eyes and I'm always surprised that you see anything that you would want to see in the guy that you've got in your life and surprised that you'd let that be me But give me your smile, and I'll try to deserve it It's not that I don't think I'm worthy of love I just ain't seen enough for a while Good luck with bad dreams is all that I am, it seems that everyone is always on the run from me melody lost in the clouds while my harmony chases the sun But I'll keep on singin' till singin' denies me cause your song and mine, why, when they intertwine if that don't sound just fine, I don't know... Cause this is always Feelin' like it's gonna break out in a tune and when you call in that pretty voice, my baby well, it's all that I can do not to break down and cry Yes this is always this love ain't goin nowhere soon cause when you fall into something so soft you can't pretend to be lost Yes I'm, in all ways, in love with you

Let me get a plate of pears, figs, green apples, and cherries, little oily fishes, salamis, and berries little plate of mustard, honey on the side feels like August with a July bride Plain old chair, plain old yard, little glass of whiskey, little cigar three or four friends that are holding' the same and a dog who'll come over when you say his name You know, Jesus said the kingdom of heaven is within you on nights like this, I'm sure that I agree well, if dying gets you heaven, well there's seven little sins to hasten up that trip through calvary So let me get a little good fried chicken, and good cooked greens good corn bread and some pickled beans good maque choux, some etoufee' it's like a good wood stove on a snowy day Good log fire, buncha good beer good girl beside me smiling' ear to ear buncha kids run-in', buncha old folks just telling old stories and a-crackin' jokes You know when Shakespeare would talk about dying that nobody was buying the farm And you know, sister, that I'm certainly trying to end this evening wrapped in your arms Walkin in the hills, just a-holdin' hands scrubbin' on dishes, scrubbing' on pans, huggin' and a-kissin' and a-makin' love better than a bucket of the finest grub fillin' up the evening with a heap of good friends laughin' and talking' and remembering when huggin' and a-smilin' and a playing games Lovin' and a-sleepin' and a-do it again You know of all the rules, there's one that is golden to treat others like you'd like them to treat you well, in that case, I'm gonna treat you like your heart is unfolding and you cannot keep your eyes off of me So let me get a little peck on the cheek, kiss on the head one on the lips, another on the neck wrap your arms around me, squeeze me tight whisper to me what you wanna do tonight Tell me something silly, tell me something cute tell me we should call ourselves and institute Grab your pretty dress, I'll put on a suit and we cn try and put some heat on the town show them we aint messing around yes we can bring a little heaven down bring a little heaven down

Hard hats and blue jeans, hard as the truth seems all of my best dreams are blue collar fantasies Pickups and dirt bikes, hard as I might fight, somehow just feel right down deep in my soul The tug of the city, while still at my sleeve, has loosened its grip, much to my relief and though I adore all that global cuisine, I don't like it more than the bucolic scene that is spending each day with the woman I'll stay with as long as I may if she'll stay here with me My hands in the soil feels better to me than even the strains of the best symphony and though I've forsaken the loves of my youth unless I'm mistaken, to tell you the truth, I've found something more precious than that life possesses in the caress of a sweet country girl

It was just a couple days a go, we got home from Chicago and you come and told me that we were through so I took a little time, just tryin' to be fine and figure out what I was gonna do I had tears, beers, got my thoughts collected tried to figure out just where I was at but when I got back home to collect my belongings I was greeted by another man's hat Another man's hat, that means another man's clothes Probably already gathered at the foot of my bed in the place where my clothes go Another man's lips have probably tasted my kisses and who knows where his hands have been at Maybe I shouldn't mind, but it's to early to find you in the presence of another man's hat For five long years, you've had a faithful companion yeah I held you through all kinds of care and strife For five long years, I've loved you with reckless abandon in the joy of understanding that you would always be my wife I should've known that you were too far gone when you handed me back my name But I hung around, and I've been doubling down just a-tryin' to make you feel the same for five long years Lord, it might have been thirty yeah, I feel like I have loved you all my life for five long years, you know it makes me feel dirty when I thing about you stepping out when I was standing right in front of your eyes I couldn't honestly tell you that I didn't feel a little relief couldn't tell you I don't like being free from a woman who has always been a little bit touchy but who seldom wanted to touch me I can't say it in't appealin' to be free and easy wheelin' never feeling like I'm walking on eggs but if it's all just the same, you could have saved me some pain if you'd have waited just a couple of days Another man's hat, that means another man's clothes Probably already gathered at the foot of my bed in the place where my clothes go Another man's lips have probably tasted my kisses and who knows where his hands have been at Maybe I shouldn't mind, but it's to early to find you in the presence of another man's hat Maybe I shouldn't mind, but it's just too soon to find you in the presence of another man's hat

It never really got dark, it's just I couldn't stop cryin' and even thinking' 'bout leaving the house and seeing anyone else was like dying So I covered my eyes, didn't open my mouth and filled my ears up with anything other than something I could cry about It wasn't easy to find 'cause love had a name, and it was stuck inside my throat I'd swallow it down, but it'd always come right back up floating on a memory, and I'd start to choke Seems like the best of me has become some long old drawn-out joke and I've forgotten the punchline Guess I just need a little more time It never really got dark. No, I could always see the lining It's just that anytime I thought about looking for love, it didn't seem worth finding But I can swallow my pride; let my intellect win I know that some kind of love is all that I really need, but not where to begin I started feeling' unkind 'cause love had a name, and it was stuck inside my throat I'd swallow it down, but it'd always come right back up floating on a memory, and I'd start to choke Seems like the best of me has become some long old drawn-out joke and I've forgotten the punchline I'm gonna be just fine Cause when things change, it never feels like they change for the better and I should know better than to believe in those feelings though they're strong, they're always wong It's like I've been trained not to remember each time I've said, 'forever,' it's always been better the next time forever came along I got to move on It never really got dark.

I've been trying to get used to this ll for a while I've been dragging my heart and myself round to trial after trial Seeking conviction for crimes against love I've been seeking conviction for the crime of not knowing enough cause I've forgotten the taste of your sweet honey lips I've forgotten your smile, I've forgotten your sweet fingertips I've forgotten your laugh, I've forgotten your smile I forgot I was looking for someone to talk with a while All that I need is a glimpse of your grace Nothing here seems to replace you and sure, there were times I ws standing in line but I didn't mind Set my love down to build you a shrine cause I didn't mind at all

There are some that like the city grass, That's curried smooth and green; Theaters and strangling collars, Wagons run by gasoline. But for me a horse and saddle, Every day without a change, And a desert sun a blazing On a hundred miles of range. When my feet are in the stirrups, and my horse is on the bust, With his hoofs a flashing lightning From a golden cloud of dust; And the bawling of the cattle Is coming down the wind, Then a finer life than riding Would be mighty hard to find. I don't want no art exhibits When the sunset does his best, Painting everlasting glory On the mountains to the west; And your opera looks so foolish When the night bird starts his tune And the desert's silver mounted By the touches of the moon. When my earthly trail is ended, and my final bacon curled, And the great roundup is finished At the home ranch of the world; I don't need no harps nor halos, Robes or other dressed up things, Let me ride the starry ranges On a pinto horse with wings.

His woman still persisted, not from stubbornness or spite But on the firm misapprehension she was keeping us on track And like an engine through the darkness, she was shining heaven’s light We were all here at the station, ever waving at her back And whatever was for supper was a million thoughts away And the black part tastes the best to me, or it’s been out three days There may be no grace in the living, but there’s always grace to say There lives a kind of charm in those who boldly disregard The din of every disapproval and refusal in their wake And who recklessly continue for’d to execute their charge Surely marching ever on for heaven or whatever’s sake But her charm was not just callused; she was joyful in her ways She retained a certain buoyancy regardless of her age Sure, you might not get your point across, is that really why you came? Heaven knows she made it hard As she reached for true salvation I don’t honestly believe that she even could perceive the situation For what it’s worth, it wasn’t lack of love Just lack of obligation The fruits of their affection mostly harbor discontent about the quality of rearing that was offered and received and I dare say those emotions likely don’t misrepresent the faithful record of their youths, I reckon they can be believed But they always wear a kindness you can feel from fifty feet and they’ll try most any pleasure, and they will not be discreet And they’ll offer you a bite and you’ll be damned if it ain’t sweet Folks who’ve hurt together tend to sing good harmonies And though occasional exceptions might lend discord to their tune They have all been bound by lessons learned upon their bended knees Making up new prayers to grizzly bears and howling at the moon When there isn’t laughter to be found it always can be made When nothing’s really serious it is hard to be betrayed But a debt will leave a scar weather or not it’s ever paid Heaven knows she made it hard As she raised her face toward glory I don’t know, honestly Weather she was born with any ears to hear their story Life’s not always a fair game, But it appears participation’s mandatory Certain words hold love like Mona Lisa holds a stare Call to love the way an apple flower calls a honey bee Like the name of God upon a tongue in true, devoted prayer One such holy word is daddy spoken by his progeny By no means was he untouchable and by no means a saint His behavior, while respectable, was riddled with mistakes Still he taught them to be flexible right to the point of breaking I never knew him well enough to make a deep impression I’ve got a couple memories that sometimes come awake But as I look around and what he made, I’m surer than I’m guessin’ That behind it, his impression was it’s all a joke to take