Matraca Berg Lyrics
Matraca Berg Lyrics
"Calico Plains Lyrics"
Just Like You Lyrics
I am the man from a human choke hold I am the product of your restraint I watched the years pass by me Never once did I complain Never once did I sa
I am the man from a human choke hold I am the product of your restraint I watched the years pass by me Never once did I complain Never once did I sa
(Matraca Berg/Mike Noble)
Sweet Abilena looked out at the midwestern sky
Sweet seventeen with a far away look in her eyes.
She said "I feel like a bird in a cage,
"But come September I'm flying away."
I said "I'll miss you," then I made her promise to write
Since we were ta
Walking The Fine Line Lyrics
Lost my job in the darkest place, Going to get back up Clean my face, And take that longest ride I talked to the man with the busy pen Tired of being o
ll as the corn in the springLost my job in the darkest place, Going to get back up Clean my face, And take that longest ride I talked to the man with the busy pen Tired of being o
We shared every secret, shared every dream
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
And bloom like a rose on the calico plains
How could she hear as we laughed on that long summer night
The tiny heart of the baby she carried inside
I stood beside her when September came
Watc
War For War Lyrics
Ridin fast out of the sunset, Devils and horses advance, Thunder and lightning and honour, The army of saber and lance, Every man somber and focused
hed her get married, then caught the bouquetRidin fast out of the sunset, Devils and horses advance, Thunder and lightning and honour, The army of saber and lance, Every man somber and focused
And like those hand-me-down dresses she gave me
I made her dreams mine
>From a seat by the window on wings made of steel
I stared at the patchwork over the fields
Where young tears that once flowed like warm summer rain
Were turning to snow on the calico plains
Hang On Lyrics
Well I'm cruisin' all alone, just a singing my poor song I've seen them hard hard times, but thats my kind of life I like it most the time
Well I'm cruisin' all alone, just a singing my poor song I've seen them hard hard times, but thats my kind of life I like it most the time
Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
Closer to thirty, but farther away in her eyes
She holds her babies like she holds her dreams
Each night she kisses and rocks them to sleep
While she reads the letters she makes me promise to write
Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky