Honey if I'll be a good boy and always say please If I promise to do all the right things like get down on my knees And do everything you want me to do
In the twilight glow I see her blue eyes crying in the rain As we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we'd never meet again Love is like a dying ember only
Ain't been in Little Rock but two weeks and here I am now Packing up and disappearing into thin air Girls in Little Rock are cute but I can't make my
I was certain you'd always love me I was certain you'd never change I gave my love to you completely I felt so certain of everything (But now you're gone
He came speeding through the town each day at sundown And his car was painted candy apple red He was coming there to see the sheriff's daughter And the
CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY ALABAMA All my friens are asking me where I plan to spend the holidays People
Children we're acting like children instead of like a man and a fullgrown woman We're acting like babies little bitty babies And we're about to throw
we still be friends [ Bill ] Can we still laugh and talk can we still hold hands and walk [ Mary Lou ] Well it'd still be as tender as it's been [ Bill
(Cincinnati Ohio Cincinnati Ohio) One more hour and I'll be home close my eyes and rest my bones Can't be more than a mile or so from Cincinnati Ohio
[ Bill ] There's a circle in a triangle it's a shining little band of gold [ Mary Lou ] You're the one who put it on her finger [ Bill ] Yeah but it's
Coctails tore up my family coctails tore down my home One to wake me up every morning one with a buddy at noon One for the road every evening till I found
CAN'T CONTROL THE WIND (Bill Anderson - Roger Pirtle - Pat Lovely) « © '95 Mr Bubba Music » RECORDED BY RICKY SKAGGS When I was a boy
Way down in Columbus Georgia wanna be back in Tennessee Way down in Columbus Stockade friends have turned their backs on me Oh go on and leave me if you
My feet don't have much use for a new pair of shoes First I wasn't crazy bout the St Louis blues And I recall there was a time I used to hate to dance
The bright array of city lights as far as I can see The great white way shines through the night for lonely guys like me The cabaretes and honky tonks
COLD COFFEE MORNING Writers Bill Anderson, Jon Randall RECORDED BY JOHN RANDALL G C G The saddest face I've ever shaved is staring back at me My eyes
I heard the front door closing softly As I weaken from my sleep With the last touch of her lips Lord like a whisper on my cheek And I cursed the sun