Bill Anderson Lyrics
Bill Anderson Lyrics
"Old Country Church Lyrics"
When I Stop Dreaming Lyrics
When I stop dreaming that's when I'll stop loving you The worst that I've ever been hurt in my life the first time I ever have wanted to die Was the ni
When I stop dreaming that's when I'll stop loving you The worst that I've ever been hurt in my life the first time I ever have wanted to die Was the ni
Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church
That I attened as a boy
You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone days and bygone places isn't it
Why it seems like only yesterday that my mother took my childish hand in hers
And led me slowly down that long winding path to
NO ONE IS TO BLAME Lyrics
You can look at the menu but you just can't eat You can feel the cushions but you can't have a seat You can dip your foot in the pool but you can't hav
hear the word of GodYou can look at the menu but you just can't eat You can feel the cushions but you can't have a seat You can dip your foot in the pool but you can't hav
And I seem to sense his presence more strongly there than anyplace I've ever known
There with the singin' of the birds and the humming of the bees
I knew that God was surely there
I knew it just as sure as if he'd laid his hand on my shoulder
And said welcome to my house son
Ah but
On Your Road Lyrics
I spoke in the mornin', had a hum on the wires Something was burnin' and I tried hard to find my fire Travelled a soft road, travelled a lost road
ears have passed and times has brought many heartaches and many tearsI spoke in the mornin', had a hum on the wires Something was burnin' and I tried hard to find my fire Travelled a soft road, travelled a lost road
I've seen my mother pass onto the great beyond and many loved ones have followed
And I'd seen them go with dispairing hearts and tear dimmed eyes
And now in later days as I stroll along
The grassy footpaths to the old country churchyard
A
MURDER IN HIGH-HEELS Lyrics
Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth She's a cat been caged too long and now she's breakin' out Well, get it straight, you better cro
d I view the final resting place of my departed kinHey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth She's a cat been caged too long and now she's breakin' out Well, get it straight, you better cro
I'm consoled by the thought that their sleep is a happy one
There in the place where God and men are one
And once again I seem to hear the voice of our gentle shepher saing
Welcome welcome to my house my son
Precious years with memory...