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Everybody's going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none I can't get over how she set set me free oh lonesome me A bad mistake I'm making by just hanging round I know that I should have some fun and paint the town A lovesick fool is blind and just can't see oh lonesome me I'll bet she's not like me she's out and fancy free She's flirtin' with the boys with all her charms But I still love her so and brother don't you know I'd welcome her right back here in my arms Well there must be some way I can lose these lonesome blues Forget about the past and find somebody new I've thought of everything from A to Z oh lonesome me Well I'll bet she's not like me... Oh lonesome me oh lonesome me |
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(Written by Harlan Howard)
Heartache numbers one Was when you left me I never knew that I could hurt this way And heartache number two was when You come back again You came back but never meant to stay Chorus: Now I've got heartaches by the number, Troubles by the score Ev'ryday you love me less, Each day I love you more Yes, I've got heartaches by the number, A love that I can't win But the day that I stop counting, That's the day my world will end --- Instrumental --- Heartache number three Was when you called me And said that you were coming Back to stay With hopeful heart I waited for Your knock on the door I waited but you Must have lost your way Chorus: Now I've got heartaches by the number, Troubles by the score Ev'ryday you love me less, Each day I love you more Yes, I've got heartaches by the number, A love that I can't win But the day that I stop counting, That's the day my world will end... |
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I feel tears wellin' up cold and deep inside
Like my heart's sprung a big break And the stab of loneliness, sharp and painful That I may never shake Now you might say that I was taking it hard Since you wrote me off with a call But don't you wager that I'll hide the sorrow When I may break right down and bawl Now the race is on and here comes pride up the backstretch Heartaches are going to the inside My tears are holding back They're trying not to fall My heart's out of the running True love's scratched for another's sake The race is on and it looks like heartaches And the winner loses all One day I had ventured in love, never once suspecting What the final results would be How I lived in fear of waking up each morning And finding that you'd gone from me There's aching and pain in my heart For the day was the one that I hated to face Somebody new came up to win her And I came out in second place Now the race is on and here comes pride up the backstretch Heartaches are going to the inside My tears are holding back They're trying not to fall My heart's out of the running True love's scratched for another's sake The race is on and it looks like heartaches And the winner loses all |
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Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train Destination, Bangor, Maine. Old worn out clothes and shoes, I don't pay no union dues, I smoke old stogies I have found Short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. I know every engineer on every train All of their children, and all of their names And every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked When no one's around. I sing, Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. |
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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I remember the year that clayton delaney died
They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town I thought he was a hero and I used to follow clayton around I often wondered why clayton, who seemed so good to me Never took his guitar and made it down in tenn-o-see Well, daddy said he drank a lot, but I could never understand I knew he used to pick up in ohio with a five-piece band Clayton used to tell me, "son you better put that old guitar away, There ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave." I guess if I'd admit it, clayton taught me how to drink booze I can see him half-stoned a-pickin' out the lovesick blues When clayton died I made him a promise, I was gonna carry on somehow I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now I remember the year that clayton delaney died Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried Well, I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do But it could be that the good lord likes a little pickin' too Yeah, I remember the year that clayton delaney died |
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If he brings you happiness,
Then I wish you all the best, It's your happiness that matters most of all. But if he ever breaks your heart, If the teardrops ever start, I'll be there before the next teardrop falls. Si te quire de verdad. Y te da felicidad, Te deseo lo mas bueno pa'los dos. Pero si te hace llorar, A mime puedes hablar, Y estare' contigo cuando trieste estas. I'll be there anytime, You need me by your side, To drive away every teardrop that you cried. And if he ever leaves you blue, Just remember, I love you , And I'll be there before the next teardrop falls, And I'll be there before the next teardrop falls. |
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In a pawn shop in Chicago
On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display (G.J) She smiles n' nods her head As he says, "Honey that's for you, It's not much, but it's the best That I can do." Chorus-both Golden rings (golden ring) with one tiny little stone Waiting there (waiting there) for someone to take you home By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring (T.W.) In a little wedding chapel later on that afternoon An old upright piano plays that old familiar tune (G.J.) Tears roll down her cheeks And happy thoughts run through her head As he whispers low, "With this ring, I thee wed." Chorus- both Golden ring (golden ring) with one tiny little stone Shining ring (shining ring) now at last it's found a home By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring Ooo-ooo (T.W.) In a small two room apartment As they fought their final round He says, "You won't admit it, But I know you're leavin' town." (G.J.) She says, "One thing's for certain, I don't love you any more." And throws down the ring As she walks out the door Chorus- both Golden ring (golden ring) with one tiny little stone Cast aside (cast aside) like the love that's dead and gone By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring (Both) In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display, Golden ring. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRADDOCK, BOBBY / VAN HOY, RAFE Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
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Maybe I didn't treat you Quite
as good as I should have 어쩌면 나 내가 할 수 있는 만큼 당신에게 잘 대해주지 않았는지도 몰라요 Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have 어쩌면 나 최선을 다해서 당신을 사랑하지 않았는지도 몰라요 Little things I should have said and done 작은 부분까지 말해주고 해줬어야 했는데 I just never took the time 그러질 못했어요 You were always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 You are always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 Maybe I didn't hold you All those lonely, lonely times 어쩌면 당신이 정말 외롭고 외로웠을 때 당신을 안아주지도 않았을 거에요 And I guess I never told you I'm so happy that you're mine 당신이 내 사랑이어서 너무 행복하다고 말한 적도 없네요 If I make you feel second best 당신이 뒷전이라는 그런 느낌이 들었다면 Girl, I'm sorry I was blind 그대, 정말 미안해요 내가 바보였어요 You were always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 You are always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died 말해줘요.. 당신의 달콤한 사랑이 사라지지 않았다고 말해줘요 Give me, give me one more chance 내게 줘요.. 한번만 더 기회를 내게 주세요 To keep you satisfied, satisfied 당신을 만족시킬 수 있는 기회를 줘요 Little things I should have said and done 작은 부분까지 말하고 행동했어야 했는데 I just never took the time 그런 적이 없었어요 You were always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 You are always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 |
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This never was one of the great romances
But I thought you'd always have those young girl's eyes For now they look in tired and bitter glances At the ghost of a man walkin' 'round in my disguise He gets the feeling that he should belong here But there's no welcome in the window anyway And he looks down for a number on his keychain 'Cause it feels more like a hotel everyday There's a stranger in the house, nobody's seen his face Everybody says he's takin' my place There's a stranger in the house no one will ever see Everybody says he looks like me And now you say you've got no expectations But I know you also miss those carefree days And for all the angry words that passed between them She still can't understand him when he says There's a stranger in the house, nobody's seen his face But everybody says he's takin' my place There's a stranger in the house no one will ever see But everybody says he looks like me He looks like me... |
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