I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove Six feet in the clay I will drink muddy water I'm gonna sing this song Have a contrary woman Lord, that I can't control And when yo' knee-bones get shaky Honey, and your blood run cold

On the nights on Broadway (blame it on the nights on Broadway) Blamin' it all (I'm blamin' it all) Singin' them straight to the heart songs Singin' them sweet sounds Singin' them love songs (yeah, yeah) Well, I had to follow you Though you did not want

You are the song that I sing You are the four seasons of my life But maybe tomorrow You'll change your mind girl Maybe tomorrow You'll come back to my arms girl You are the book that I read each day (Gonna sing it to you) The way you do baby

You give me hope to carry on You light up my days And fill my nights with song You light up my life So many nights I sit by my window Waiting for someone to sing me his song So many dream I kept deep inside me Alone in the dark but now you've come along

Daddy can you hear the devil drawing near Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run Run Daddy run, run daddy run All the songs you used to sing to me Would rock birds to sleep I need you now so please somehow Put rockets on your feet (oh oh oh oh) Saw that

Dov'e L'Amore Come to me baby With my love song Another night without you here And I'll go crazy There is no other there is no other No other love can take your place Or match the beauty of your face I'll keep on singing til the day

So honey sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing, and sing Any joy it would bring You put your emptiness to melody Your awful heart to song You don't have to sing it nice, but honey sing it strong At best, you find a little remedy, at

You don't know what you do to me So I won't sing along So I won't sing I've gone too far to come back from here But you don't have a clue Won't someone stop this song Someone stop this song Your lovesick melody Is gonna get the best of me tonight

Sing a song about the Heartland When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday night Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye The only place I feel at home Sing

Back in the doghouse What did I do wrong? Yeah, back in the doghouse And I'm singing this song, well And I'm singing this song With things alright for a little while But then the story of my life Was gonna wipe that smile You heard the born of a bad sign