Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone, I have no friends To wish me greetings once again Choirs
: Raven hair and ruby lips sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy
: It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin' on the dreams he planned to try The days
: Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One
: Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf But let me tell you I got some news for you
: James Dean, James Dean I know just what you mean James Dean, you said it all so clean And I know my life would look allright If I could see it
: Well, my time went to quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy, God knows I was feelin'
: They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton,
above But here in my heart I give you the best of my love Oh sweet darlin' you get the best of my love, oh Sweet darlin', you get the best of my love
: Cruisin' down the center of a two way street Wond'rin' who is really in the driver's seat Mindin' my bus'ness along comes big brother Says, "Son
: City girls just seem to find out early How to open doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace
: All alone at the end of the of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking 'bout a woman who might have Loved me and I never
: Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose, After the thrill is gone The
: I like the way your sparkling earrings lay, against your skin, it's so brown and I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight with a billion stars
: On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
: He was a hard-headed man He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart of the
: What kind of love have you got? You should be home, but you're not A room full of noise and dangerous boys still makes you thirsty and hot I heard
: Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you
