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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
If you're feeling salty,then I'm your tequila
If you've got the freedom I've got the time There ain't nothing sweeter than naked emotions So you show me yours, hon, and I'll show you mine No ma'm I know this ain't all that you've ever been used to You with your rings on your fingers and time on your hands Sometimes it's nice to have somebody nice to be close to God knows I've been there before you and I understand Chorus. I wish that I was the answer to all of your questions God knows I know you wish you were the answer to mine Darling if you ain't a thing but a change in direction Lord don't you know you'd be somethin' I'm lucky to find Chorus. So you show me yours and I'll show you mine. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Why me Lord?
What have I ever done, To deserve even one, Of the pleasure I've known, Tell me Lord, What did I ever do, That was worth lovin' you, For the kindness you've shown, Chorus: Lord help me Jesus, I've wasted it so help me Jesus, I know what I am, But now that I know, That I needed you so help me Jesus, My souls in your hand, Try me Lord, If you think there's a way, I can try to repay, All I've takin' from you, Maybe Lord, I can show someone else, what I've been through myself, On my way back to you, Chorus (x2) Jesus, my soul's in your hands |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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And a cheater never wins And if beggars can't be choosers 'Til they're weak and wealthy men And the old keep gettin' older And the young must do the same And it's never gettin' better Who's to bless, and who's to blame All the cards are on the table You done laid your money down Don't complain about your chances, boy It's the only game in town And the meaning doesn't matter Nor the way you play the game To the winner or the loser Who's to bless, and who's to blame Keep your hands above the table And your back against the wall Toss your chips in with your chances, boy Let 'em lay the way they fall Cause the moral doesn't matter Broken rules are all the same To the broken or the breaker Who's to bless, and who's to blame |
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A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he had written, I saw that he was about a step away from dying, and I couldn't help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat the devil. It was wintertime in Nashville Down on Music City Row And I was looking for a place And to get myself out of the cold To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul Keep the chilly wind off my guitar My thirsty wanted whiskey But my hunger needed beans But it had been a month of paydays Since I'd heard that eagle scream So with a stomach full of empty And a pocket full of dreams I left my pride and stepped inside a bar Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern Cigarette smoke to the ceiling And sawdust on the floor Friendly shadows I saw that there was just one old man sitting at the bar And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar And he turned and said, Come up here, boy, and show us what you are I said I'm dry, and he bought me a beer He nodded at my guitar and said, It's a tough life, ain't it? I just looked at him He said, you ain't making any money, are you? I said, you been reading my mail He just smiled and said, let me see that guitar I got something you ought to hear And then he laid it on me If you waste your time a talking To the people who don't listen To the things that you are saying Who do you thinks gonna hear? And if you should die explaining how The things that they complain about Are things they could be changing Who do you thinks gonna care? There were other lonely singers In a world turned deaf and blind Who were crucified for what they tried to show And their voic |
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A couple of years back I come across
a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he had written, I saw that he was about a step away from dying, and I couldn't help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat the devil. It was wintertime in Nashville Down on Music City Row And I was looking for a place And to get myself out of the cold To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul Keep the chilly wind off my guitar My thirsty wanted whiskey But my hunger needed beans But it had been a month of paydays Since I'd heard that eagle scream So with a stomach full of empty And a pocket full of dreams I left my pride and stepped inside a bar Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern Cigarette smoke to the ceiling And sawdust on the floor Friendly shadows I saw that there was just one old man sitting at the bar And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar And he turned and said, Come up here, boy, and show us what you are I said I'm dry, and he bought me a beer He nodded at my guitar and said, It's a tough life, ain't it? I just looked at him He said, you ain't making any money, are you? I said, you been reading my mail He just smiled and said, let me see that guitar I got something you ought to hear And then he laid it on me If you waste your time talking To the people who don't listen To the things that you are saying Who do you thinks gonna hear? And if you should die explaining how The things that they complain about Are things they could be changing Who do you thinks gonna care? There were other lonely singers In a world turned deaf and blind Who were crucified for what they tried to show And their voice have been scattered by the swirling winds of time. 'Cos the truth remains that no one wants to know. Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before, Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door. When no one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor, And lonesome was more than a state of mind. You see, the devil haunts a hungry man, If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him. I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing. Then I stole his song. And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen, To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear. And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about, Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care. I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same, But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul. And if I never have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed. 'Cos I don't believe that no one wants to know - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
A couple of years back I come across
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from Kris Kristofferson - Collections (2008)
A couple of years back I come across
a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he had written, I saw that he was about a step away from dying, and I couldn't help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat the devil. It was wintertime in Nashville Down on Music City Row And I was looking for a place And to get myself out of the cold To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul Keep the chilly wind off my guitar My thirsty wanted whiskey But my hunger needed beans But it had been a month of paydays Since I'd heard that eagle scream So with a stomach full of empty And a pocket full of dreams I left my pride and stepped inside a bar Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern Cigarette smoke to the ceiling And sawdust on the floor Friendly shadows I saw that there was just one old man sitting at the bar And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar And he turned and said, Come up here, boy, and show us what you are I said I'm dry, and he bought me a beer He nodded at my guitar and said, It's a tough life, ain't it? I just looked at him He said, you ain't making any money, are you? I said, you been reading my mail He just smiled and said, let me see that guitar I got something you ought to hear And then he laid it on me If you waste your time talking To the people who don't listen To the things that you are saying Who do you thinks gonna hear? And if you should die explaining how The things that they complain about Are things they could be changing Who do you thinks gonna care? There were other lonely singers In a world turned deaf and blind Who were crucified for what they tried to show And their voice have been scattered by the swirling winds of time. 'Cos the truth remains that no one wants to know. Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before, Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door. When no one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor, And lonesome was more than a state of mind. You see, the devil haunts a hungry man, If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him. I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing. Then I stole his song. And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen, To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear. And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about, Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care. I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same, But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul. And if I never have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed. 'Cos I don't believe that no one wants to know - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
There was a man named Mahatma Ghandi
He would not bow down, he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty And nothing wrong could make it right away But he knew his duty, and the price he had to pay Just another holy man who tried to make a stand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Another man from Atlanta, Georgia By the name of Martin Luther King He shook the land like rolling thunder And made the bells of freedom ring today With a dream of beauty that they could not burn away Just another holy man who dared to be a friend MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! The only son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ Healed the lame and fed the hungry And for his love they took his life away On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy son of man we'll never understand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Sing about Mahatma Ghandi Sing of Martin Luther King Sing Of Jesus Christ Almighty And the brothers Kennedy |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
There was a man named Mahatma Ghandi
He would not bow down, he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty And nothing wrong could make it right away But he knew his duty, and the price he had to pay Just another holy man who tried to make a stand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Another man from Atlanta, Georgia By the name of Martin Luther King He shook the land like rolling thunder And made the bells of freedom ring today With a dream of beauty that they could not burn away Just another holy man who dared to be a friend MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! The only son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ Healed the lame and fed the hungry And for his love they took his life away On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy son of man we'll never understand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Sing about Mahatma Ghandi Sing of Martin Luther King Sing Of Jesus Christ Almighty And the brothers Kennedy |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
He's a giver, he'll give her
The kind of attention that she's never known He's a helper, he'll help her To open the doors that she can't on her own He's a lover, he'll love her In ways that she never has been loved before And he's a getter, he'll get her By gettin her into the world she's been hungerin' for 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... He's a charmer, and he'll charm her With money and manners that I never learned He's a leader, and he'll lead her Across pretty bridges he's planning to burn He's a talker, he'll talk her Right off of her feet, but he won't talk for long Cause he's a doer, and he'll do her The way that I never And damned if he won't do her wrong 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
He's a giver, he'll give her
The kind of attention that she's never known He's a helper, he'll help her To open the doors that she can't on her own He's a lover, he'll love her In ways that she never has been loved before And he's a getter, he'll get her By gettin her into the world she's been hungerin' for 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... He's a charmer, and he'll charm her With money and manners that I never learned He's a leader, and he'll lead her Across pretty bridges he's planning to burn He's a talker, he'll talk her Right off of her feet, but he won't talk for long Cause he's a doer, and he'll do her The way that I never And damned if he won't do her wrong 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
He's a giver, he'll give her
The kind of attention that she's never known He's a helper, he'll help her To open the doors that she can't on her own He's a lover, he'll love her In ways that she never has been loved before And he's a getter, he'll get her By gettin her into the world she's been hungerin' for 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... He's a charmer, and he'll charm her With money and manners that I never learned He's a leader, and he'll lead her Across pretty bridges he's planning to burn He's a talker, he'll talk her Right off of her feet, but he won't talk for long Cause he's a doer, and he'll do her The way that I never And damned if he won't do her wrong 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
I took myself down, to the Tally Ho Tavern
To buy me a bottle of beer And I sat me down by a tender young maiden Whose eyes were as dark as her hair And as I was searching from bottle to bottle For somethin' unfoolish to say That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows And smilingly stole her away I said hey, little girl, don't you know, he's the devil He's ev'rything that I ain't Hidin' intentions of evil Under the smile of a saint All he's good for is gettin' in trouble And shiftin' his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tongued devil's got nothin' to lose And I'll only live till I die We take our own chances, and pay our own dues The silver tongued devil and I Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him She knew in her heart that he'd lied Nothin' that I could have said could have saved her No matter, how hard that she tried 'Cause she'll offer her charms, to the darkness and danger Of something that she's never known And open her arms at the smile of a stranger Who'll love her and leave her alone And you know he's the devil He's everything that I ain't Hidin' intentions of evil Under the smile of a saint All he's good for is gettin' in trouble And shiftin' his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tongued devil's got nothin' to lose I'll only live till I die We take our own chances, and pay our own dues The silver tongued devil and I |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern
To buy me a bottle of beer I sat me down by a tender young maiden Whose eyes were as dark as her hair And as I was searching from bottle to bottle For something un-foolish to say That silver tounged devil just slipped from the shadows And smilingly stole her away I said Hey, little girl don't you know he's the devil He's everything that I ain't Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint All he's good for is getting in trouble And shifting his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tounged devil's got nothing to lose And I'll only live 'till I die We take our own chances and pay our own dues The silver tounged devil and I Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him She knew in her heart that he lied But nothing that I could have said could have saved her No matter how hard that she tried 'Cause she'll offer her charms to the darkness and danger Of something that she's never known And open her arms at the smile of a stranger Who'll love her and leave her alone and that know he's the devil He's everything that I ain't Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint All he's good for is getting in trouble And shifting his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tounged devil's got nothing to lose And I'll only live 'till I die We take our own chances and pay our own dues The silver tounged devil and I |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, Which he spent like they was goin' outta style-- And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, Searchin' for a shrine he's never found-- Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's traded in tomorrow for today-- Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars, And losin' all he's loved along the way-- But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ever gets is older and around-- >from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, The goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, Which he spent like they was goin' outta style-- And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, Searchin' for a shrine he's never found-- Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's traded in tomorrow for today-- Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars, And losin' all he's loved along the way-- But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ever gets is older and around-- >from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, The goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, Which he spent like they was goin' outta style-- And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, Searchin' for a shrine he's never found-- Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's traded in tomorrow for today-- Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars, And losin' all he's loved along the way-- But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ever gets is older and around-- >from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, The goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Collections (2008)
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, Which he spent like they was goin' outta style-- And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, Searchin' for a shrine he's never found-- Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's traded in tomorrow for today-- Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars, And losin' all he's loved along the way-- But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ever gets is older and around-- >from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, The goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
"Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk
Someone said he stumbled and he fell, Six squad cars came screaming to the rescue And hauled ol' Billy Dalton off to jail. Because the law is for protection of the people Rules are rules and any fool can see, We don't need no drunks like Billy Dalton Scaring decent folks like you 'n me' No Sireee Lee Honeycut was nothin' but a hippy Walking through this world without a care, Then one day six strappin' brave policemen Held down Homer Lee and cut his hair, Because the law is for protection of the people Rules are rules and any fool can see, We don't need no hairy headed hippies Scarin' decent folks like you 'n me No Sireee So thank your lucky stars you got protection Walk the line and never mind the cost Don't wonder who them lawmen was protectin' When they nailed the saviour to the cross. Because the law is for protection of the people Rules are rules and any fool can see, We don't need riddle speakin' prophets Scarin' decent folks like you 'n me No Sireee " |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
I was runnin' through the summer rain
Tryin' to catch the evenin' train An' kill that old familiar pain Weavin' through my tangled brain But when I tipped my bottle back I smacked into a cop I didn't see That policeman said, "Mister Cool If you ain't drunk, then you're a fool" I said, "If that's against the law Then tell me why I never saw A man locked in that jail of yours Who wasn't just as low down poor as me?? Well, that was when someone turned out the lights An' I wound up in jail to spend the night An' dream of all the wine an' lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds Well, I woke up next mornin' Feelin' like my head was gone An' like my thick old tongue was lickin' Something sick an' wrong An' I told that man I'd sell my soul For somethin' wet an' cold as that old cell That kindly jailer grinned at me All eaten up with sympathy Then poured he self another beer An' came an' whispered in my ear "If booze was just a dime a bottle, boy You couldn't even buy the smell" I said, "I knew there was somethin' I liked about this town But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down 'Cause there's still a lot of wine an' lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds? Well, they finally came an' told me They was a gonna set me free An' I'd be leavin' town If I knew what was good for me I said, "It's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about my health" I said, "I won't be leavin' no more Quicker than I can 'Cause I've enjoyed about as much Of this as I can stand An' I don't need this town of yours More than I never needed nothin' else" 'Cause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk An' lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk An' Lord, there's still so many lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Collections (2008)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before or:I smoked so much the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' my mouth was like an ashtray I'd been lickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time Honey, they were hittin' close to home And I said - Maybe this'll make you think I'm crazy Honey, don't feel lonesome if you do If you wanna make a young man happy one more time I'd sure like to spend the night with you And she said - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Maybe you got all you got together Maybe you keep rollin' like a stone Maybe some old lonesome song will take you by surprise And leave you just a little more alone Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Keep Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time Honey, they were hittin' close to home And I said - Maybe this'll make you think I'm crazy Honey, don't feel lonesome if you do But if you wanna make a young man happy one more time I'd sure like to spend the night with you And she said - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Maybe you got all you got together Maybe you keep rollin' like a stone Maybe some old lonesome song'll take you by surprise And leave you just a little more alone Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Keep Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time Honey, they were hittin' close to home And I said - Maybe this'll make you think I'm crazy Honey, don't feel lonesome if you do But if you wanna make a young man happy one more time I'd sure like to spend the night with you And she said - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Maybe you got all you got together Maybe you keep rollin' like a stone Maybe some old lonesome song'll take you by surprise And leave you just a little more alone Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Keep Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time Honey, they were hittin' close to home And I said - Maybe this'll make you think I'm crazy Honey, don't feel lonesome if you do But if you wanna make a young man happy one more time I'd sure like to spend the night with you And she said - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Maybe you got all you got together Maybe you keep rollin' like a stone Maybe some old lonesome song'll take you by surprise And leave you just a little more alone Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Keep Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
I met her sadly in the slowly falling rain
Crying softly in her loneliness and pain Knowing no one needin' someone bad as me And she told me as I held her trembling hand Walking slowly how she'd never known a man Living lonely in her cottage by the sea. When the morning came her tears had changed to laughter And before the night her heart beat close to mine And I thought as she lay sleeping bout the secrets she was keeping Hidden somewhere in the silence of the shadows of her mind. In the morning as I wakened with the dawn Without warning I could feel that she was gone Leaving nothing but her silence next to me And lonely footprints that I followed in the sand Walking slowly for I knew where they would end Disappearing in the silence of the sea. And I sometimes hear the echoe of her laughter As I search for what I know I'll never find For the answer I was seeking was the secrets she's still keeping Hidden somewhere in the silence of the shadows of her mind. Hidden somewhere in the silence of the shadows of her mind... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
We're just goin' through the motions
Of the parts we've learned to play Never quite together like before But somehow darlin' something good Got lost along the way And our song ain't nothing Special anymore Let's try it one more time With feeling darlin', take it from the top Let me feel those tears a fallin' babe I don't want to miss a single drop Darlin' make believe your makin' Me believe each word you say Try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day Ah you're reachin' out to touch me Darlin' just the way you used to do An you're lookin' everywhere but In my eyes Well that's an oldy but it's a goody babe But them words ain't ringin' true And you don't seem very sure of your life So try it one more time with feeling Darlin' take it from the top This one is the big one baby so give It everything you got Darlin' make believe your makin' me Believe each word you say Let's try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
We're just goin' through the motions
Of the parts we've learned to play Never quite together like before But somehow darlin' something good Got lost along the way And our song ain't nothing Special anymore Let's try it one more time With feeling darlin', take it from the top Let me feel those tears a fallin' babe I don't want to miss a single drop Darlin' make believe your makin' Me believe each word you say Try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day Ah you're reachin' out to touch me Darlin' just the way you used to do An you're lookin' everywhere but In my eyes Well that's an oldy but it's a goody babe But them words ain't ringin' true And you don't seem very sure of your life So try it one more time with feeling Darlin' take it from the top This one is the big one baby so give It everything you got Darlin' make believe your makin' me Believe each word you say Let's try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
We're just goin' through the motions
Of the parts we've learned to play Never quite together like before But somehow darlin' something good Got lost along the way And our song ain't nothing Special anymore Let's try it one more time With feeling darlin', take it from the top Let me feel those tears a fallin' babe I don't want to miss a single drop Darlin' make believe your makin' Me believe each word you say Try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day Ah you're reachin' out to touch me Darlin' just the way you used to do An you're lookin' everywhere but In my eyes Well that's an oldy but it's a goody babe But them words ain't ringin' true And you don't seem very sure of your life So try it one more time with feeling Darlin' take it from the top This one is the big one baby so give It everything you got Darlin' make believe your makin' me Believe each word you say Let's try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Who's right or wrong
We've been injuring each other For much too long And it's too late to try to save What might have been It's over Nobody wins Make believin in forever Is just a lie And it seems a little sadder Each time we try 'Cause it's a shame to make The same mistakes again And again It's over. Nobody wins We've gone too far too long Too far apart The lovin' was easy It's the livin' that's hard And there's no need to stay and see The way it ends It's over. Nobody wins |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Who's right or wrong
We've been injuring each other For much too long And it's too late to try to save What might have been It's over Nobody wins Make believin in forever Is just a lie And it seems a little sadder Each time we try 'Cause it's a shame to make The same mistakes again And again It's over. Nobody wins We've gone too far too long Too far apart The lovin' was easy It's the livin' that's hard And there's no need to stay and see The way it ends It's over. Nobody wins |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Who's right or wrong
We've been injuring each other For much too long And it's too late to try to save What might have been It's over Nobody wins Make believin in forever Is just a lie And it seems a little sadder Each time we try 'Cause it's a shame to make The same mistakes again And again It's over. Nobody wins We've gone too far too long Too far apart The lovin' was easy It's the livin' that's hard And there's no need to stay and see The way it ends It's over. Nobody wins |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
Who's right or wrong
We've been injuring each other For much too long And it's too late to try to save What might have been It's over Nobody wins Make believin in forever Is just a lie And it seems a little sadder Each time we try 'Cause it's a shame to make The same mistakes again And again It's over. Nobody wins We've gone too far too long Too far apart The lovin' was easy It's the livin' that's hard And there's no need to stay and see The way it ends It's over. Nobody wins |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Busted flat in Baton rouge
Headin' for the train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time And Bobby clappin' hands We finally sang up every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky To the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standin' right beside me Through everything I've done And every night he kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Load, I let him slip away Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Buddy, that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Collections (2008)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Collections (2008)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from The Monument Story (1997)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - 16 Biggest Hits (2007)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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