(Call me when you try to wake her) Call me when you try to wake her up I can always sleep standing up This here is the place where I will be staying There isn't a number, you can call the pay phone Let it ring a long, long, long, long time If I don't

'Til Shiloh I shall not forsake thee And so I'll be there for you, you Good deeds aren't remembered in the hearts of men And so I'll have faith in you, you You've always been there for me Baby, you've always been good to me You've always been, ooh

Country must be country wide Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon In foreign cars and four wheel drives There's cowboys and hillbillies From farm towns to big cities In every state, there's a station There ain't no doubt in my mind I grew up south of

I'll morph to someone else If I keep moving, they won't know Defense mechanism mode What they throw at me's too slow I'm just a ghost There's no "above", or "under", or "around" it For "above" is blind belief and "under" is sword to sleeve And "around"

If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you There will still be you and me When mountains crumble to the sea Kind woman, I give you my all Kind woman, nothing more Little drops of rain whisper of the pain Tears of loves lost in the days gone

Oh, when you're cold I'll be there, hold you tight to me You think I'd leave your side, baby You know me better than that Think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees I wouldn't do that I'll tell you you're right when you're wrong And if only

La da da da da And there will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus will come in No ballad will be written Da da da da da And it's hard to write about being happy 'Cause all that I get I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject And there

There's a man on the corner Begging for help There's a man that walks past him And he's drowning in wealth Who doesn't understand How disappointment destroys the soul Every look of shame Is a wound that will never heal What has he done to deserve this

It cost me a lot But there's one thing that I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold and wet, tired, you bet All of this I'll soon forget with my man He's not much for looks He's no hero out of books But I love him, yes I love him Two or three girls has he

Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on I close my eyes and picture you're hand in mine I still hear your voice that takes me back to that time Where I can find a reason to be strong It's pretty cold for late September And autumn wind