"So I'm going down to the dreaming fields
But what will be my harvest now?
Where every tear that falls on a memory feels
Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow"
"In the shade of this old tree,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the tall grass, by the wild rose,
Where the trees dance, as the beans grow,
As the days go, oh, so slowly:
As the sun shines, oh, so holy:
On the good and gracious green,
On the summer of my dreams."
But he turned out to be a reckless fool
Gone are the days when she was worry-free
Now she's a single mom; she's only twenty-three
She's learned a lot about people - more than she
ever wanted to know
She's just waiting tables, waiting tables
Biding her time until there's somewhere else to go"
Tell me how do I get these stars from my eyes
And how do I get on with my life
How do I hold someone new when I can't let go of you
Tell me how do I get off the moon,
She didn't ask me where I've been
Her bags were packed and sitting by the door
She looked at me and said goodbye
I did my best to change her mind
But she don't want to hear it anymore
Now she's not crying
If I said it didn't hurt
I'd be lying
Where she got the strength to leave
Heaven only knows
But she's rock steady as she goes"
It's easy to confess
I found a better kind of crazy
Now that I've got babies
Used to think that's just something people say
So imagine when you get the news
After years of trying
Not just one but two"
He's the redneck Picasso of
The manual transmission
And the only man in town who can make
Charlie Vincent's van go (love those groaners)
"My life could use some fixin' up.
Lately, these old empty nights
are looking pretty rough.
This heart is falling apart at the seams.
I am a handyman's dream.
Oh, can't you see it wouldn't take much
to replace these worn out memories
with a brand new love?
I need a man who's not afraid
to roll up his sleeves.
I am a handyman's dream."
"Before God and family we made the perfect start
And swore death would be the only thing to keep us apart
But we're fighting just like soldiers on a field of battle now
And the life we made together is our only common ground
She's got your eyes, my nose and our hearts"
"We can't unmake love
And just erase all the years
The sweetest little girl
In all the world will still be here
We promised love would last
She's living proof it still does
So even if we wanted to give up
We can't unmake love"
And on Saturday nights there was a radio show
And she would sing along
And I'll never forget her face when she revealed to me
That she'd dreamed about singing at The Grand Old Opry
Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled
When she sang those songs.
She was hanging the clothes on the line,
I was a kid just a hummin' along.
Well, I'd be playing in the grass, to her,
What might've seemed, obliviously. (how often is "obliviously" found in a song?)
There ain't no doubt about it,
She sure made her mark on me."
"Slow swinging western tunes
Coming from the juke box late last June
This was the way our love song should start
Play it in reverse and you'll get yourself a broken heart"
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