By: hank cochran 1961, 1989 I've got your picture you gave to me And its...
When she walks down the street she knows there's people watching the building fronts are...
Oo I saw stars falling all around her head Red, gold, and blue Sherry Fraser...
Jimmy mcgregor, hey, jimmy, come here! Jimmy you son of a gun! What 'cha been...
The daylight train comes so slowly And now it's so easy to see. Warm at...
On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from...
What i'd give to be you for an hour or...
I'd like to hike the appalachian I've tossed it around...
I still dont know what i was waiting for And...
She slees with the windows open Yet she's still locked...
As the lights go down The drumming clown Whistled a...
A young man sits by the riversied Watching the sunset...
Lover, there will be another one Who'll hover over you...
On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from...
This song was mostly written on a train ride Down...