Dallas without us tonight Oh Lord, I hate to break the news to mama She's gettin' on in years and worries so Maybe I should've stayed in Dallas And
comes from deep in the heart of Texas Somewhere round about Fort Worth Dallas or Houston or ol' El Paso She waits for me I know [ ac.guitar ] In Fort Worth Dallas
back And look across that light blue haze And from the back side of Dallas her mind goes Driftin' back to other days Meet me in Dallas on June, the
if you wanted to Say goodbye to Houston for me give my best to San Antone Tell Dallas there's a change in plans I won't be comin' home Dallas lives
put me down when I'm taking my stand Be proud of this young Dallas Cowboy Yeah I'm proud I'm a young Dallas Cowboy Be proud of those young Dallas Cowboys
to stay there 'til I die (Until I die) I've got the Dallas blues And the Main Street heart disease (It's buzzin' 'round) I've got the Dallas blues
There goes my reason for living there goes my everything I hear footsteps slowly walking as they gently walk across a lonely floor And a voice is softly
My driftin' mem'ry goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in mama's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that some day we could
Way back in '29 somewhere in Coffeeville Was a honky tonk named Big Mable Murphy's She had a sweetheart named Little Melvin And hair would fly between
I can see a long line of cars with their headlights on I can see kinfolks cryin' cause somebody's gone Then they gather around as it let the sinner men
I just left San Antonio Heading down to the town of Laredo Got my mind on the border of Mexico Gonna stop for a tank off To go at a place called a Purple
I didn't hear the engines of a jet plane I didn't hear the whistle of a train I didn't hear the taxi driver knockin' on my door I didn't hear her walkin
Before you take another step there's something you should know About the years ahead and how they'll be You'll be living in a world where roses hardly
(She wakes me with a kiss every morning) And she loves me to sleep every night How lucky I am to have searched for And found the beginning of the rest
Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp O.C. Smith Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
Sweetheart, it's been several days now Since they found me on the street But since then an old friend Lonely Five And he's got me back on my feet This
(Today I can feel it touching home) Today pain became a real life's hurtin' thing And the choir of loneliness sang me a song Now I know what it means
Last night she let the strong red wine carry her away She smoked up her old sunshine as if it still shined every day Her hand reached out and touched
