Make the world go away And get it off my shoulders Say the things you used to say And make the world go away Do you remember when you loved me Before
Well, there never was a hoss Like the Tennessee Stud Along about 18 to 25 I left Tennessee very much alive I never would have got Through the Arkansas
I am a roving gambler I've gambled all around Whenever I need with the deck of cards I lay my money down I've gambled down in Washington I've gambled
A FOOL SUCH AS I (NOW AND THEN THERE'S) Writers Bob Miller, Bill Trader Pardon me if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye Don't be angry with me should
I want a full time job makin' love to you I'll do anything you want me to But if you have no plan to use a full time man A part time job will do I want
Just across the mountain there is something calling me Calling come and see way you ought to be A valley full of buttercups is singing me a song Come
Down in the valley the valley so low Late in the evening hear the train blow Hear the train blow boys oh hear the train blow Down in the valley hear
On top of old Smokey all covered with snow I lost my true lover for courtin' too slow Oh courtin's a pleasure parting is grief And a false hearted lover
(Wanderin' wanderin' mhm) My father is an engineer my brother drives a hack My sister takes in washin' and the baby bolls a jack And it looks like I'
A LADY LIKE YOU Writers Keith Stegall, Jim Weatherly Here I am just an ordinary man And my virtues are few And I'm amazed Every morning when I wake With
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger a traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness toil nor danger in that bright world to which I go I
Someday when I'm awfully low when the world is cold I will feel a glow Just thinking of you and the way you look tonight Oh but you're lovely with your
You started a flame I can't drown then told me you see me around All I have to do is get a glimpse of you and then That's just enough to start me dreamin
Oh the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wonder And I was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind In a
Just a little lovin' will go a long way And you'll make me happy the rest of my days Put your arms around me then I'll be your slave 'Cause just a little
A PLACE IN THE SUN Writers Ron Miller, Bryan Wells Like a long lonely stream I keep runnin' towards a dream Movin' on, movin' on Like a branch on a tree
No decorations that I could see There were no presents, there was no tree From the sky there came a gloom One Christmas Eve long ago No shopping malls
If you were mine Mary know what I'd do I'd take the stars Mary and give them to you If you were mine Mary know what I'd say I'd say that I love Mary over
