Willie Nelson Lyrics
Willie Nelson Lyrics
"Red Headed Stranger Lyrics"
Walk On Fool Lyrics
Here I am where I know I shouldn't be a lettin' pretty girls make a fool out of me Spendin' money I know I shouldn't spend walk on fool make the circle again Hard luck seem to be my coverty when they sail the ocen give all hope on me Guess I'll never mount to anything walk
Here I am where I know I shouldn't be a lettin' pretty girls make a fool out of me Spendin' money I know I shouldn't spend walk on fool make the circle again Hard luck seem to be my coverty when they sail the ocen give all hope on me Guess I'll never mount to anything walk
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana,
Rode into town one day.
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion,
And walkin' behind was a bay.
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder,
And his lips, they were sad and tight.
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside,
And his heart was heavy as night.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.
A yellow-hair
Life On Repeat Lyrics
a walk in space, silence and i, here at two-hundred thousand feet we watch the oceans and the continents dance on time beneath our feet and down below the clouds and people, strange and plastic, so surreal as the whole thing spins by slowly i cannot decide what's real
ed lady leaned out of her window,a walk in space, silence and i, here at two-hundred thousand feet we watch the oceans and the continents dance on time beneath our feet and down below the clouds and people, strange and plastic, so surreal as the whole thing spins by slowly i cannot decide what's real
An' watched as he passed her way.
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion,
But cast greedy eyes on the bay.
But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony,
Meant more to him than life.
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin',
Had ridden when she was his wife.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.
The yellow-haired l
Question Marks & Periods Lyrics
Knocking down your door, it seems I couldn't even get arrested though I tried & tried - my best - well I was getting bested everybody had some kind of interest that was vested could it be the time for exclamation points is over ? could it be the time for truths
dy came down to the tavern,Knocking down your door, it seems I couldn't even get arrested though I tried & tried - my best - well I was getting bested everybody had some kind of interest that was vested could it be the time for exclamation points is over ? could it be the time for truths
An' looked up the stranger there.
He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money,
He just didn't seem to care.
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion,
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay.
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her,
She never heard anyone say:
"Don't cross him, don't boss him.
"He's wild in his sorrow:
"He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
"Don't fight him, don't spite him;
"Just wait till tomorrow,
"Maybe he'll ride on again.&qu
Right from the Start Lyrics
The first time that I met you I was sure as sure it could be Don't ask me how but there was no doubt you were the one for me Love was intuition is a feeling you just can't fight So I follow through with my plans for you And now I know that I was right Right fr
ot;The first time that I met you I was sure as sure it could be Don't ask me how but there was no doubt you were the one for me Love was intuition is a feeling you just can't fight So I follow through with my plans for you And now I know that I was right Right fr
The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset;
The stranger went free, of course.
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman,
Who's tryin' to steal your horse.
Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger,
And if he should pass your way,
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion,
And don't lay a hand on the bay.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.