Listen to me and I'll sing you a song. And the time will go by. 'til you never know where it's gone. Talk to me and I'll tell you my life story. Walk with me and I'll tell you my dreams of glory T
Little one done run out of money now. No, it doesn't seem to have a home. Left to fend for yourself in the wilderness. Out there living life all alone Whenever you're ready. You could see a dream
I'm leavin' my fam'ly. Leavin' my friends. My body's at home. But my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines. On a new front page sky. My tears are salt water. And the moon's ful
Now I'm just a bartender. And I don't like my work. But I don't mind the money at all. I see lots of sad faces. And lots of bad cases. Of folks with their backs to the wall Chorus. But I need fo
Anna works at the hotel. Where all the singers hang out. She brings them their coffee. When the drinks have run out. She dreams in the kitchen. Stands real close to the door. And she listens to them s
Shall I tell it again how we started as friends. who would run into one another now and again. At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree, or a dozen different everyday places to be. I was living alone