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(Lonnie Wilson/Susan Longacre)
The time has come to let you go
My tears will run and they'll keep me afloat
I set you adrift like a burning boat
The time has come to let you go
The time has come to turn you loose
It took my heart this long to face the truth
If I lost you I can lose these blues
The time has come to turn you loose
We had our moment in the sun
But that time has come and now that time is gone
The time has come to set you free
Tonight's the night I'll untie all these dreams
I'll send them away so I can find some piece
The time has come to set you free
The time has come to let you go
My tears will run and they'll keep me afloat
I set you adrift like a burning boat
The time has come to let you go
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(Tony Haselden/Bob Alan)
There's a photo in an album he don't notice anymore
That's me, that's me
There's a stack of cards and letters buried deep inside a drawer
That's me, that's me
And the shirt that I once slept in hanging loose behind the door
Tossed aside so carelessly
That's me, oh that's me
There's a picture in my wallet and one less faded in my mind
That's him, that's him
There's a name that always haunts me and it slips from time to time
That's him, that's him
There's a yearning that I feel in my heart and in my soul
An old flame that'll never dim
That's him, I know that's him
(That's me)
Hangin' on to the end
(That's me)
Starting all over again
(That's love)
Oh that's the way it goes
There's a woman in the chapel in the back row by herself
That's me, that's me
And a man at the altar says "I do" to someone else
That's him, that's him
As the wedding party leaves throwing rice and wishing well
A single tear falls silently
That's me, oh Lord that's me
Oh, that's me
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(Carol Chase/Kathy Louvin)
I'm so blue lonely for you
What makes you treat me the way that you do
I've been true only to you
Just call me your true blue fool
Every day you're away lasts forever
Oh what price my heart pays just to stay together
I'm so blue lonely for you
What makes you treat me the way that you do
I've been true only to you
Just call me your true blue fool
First you lie then I cry then you're sorry
I forgive once again it's just the same old story
I'm so blue lonely for you
What makes you treat me the way that you do
'Cause I've been true only to you
Just call me your true blue fool
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(Lonnie Wilson/Charlotte Wilson/Herbert Wilson)
I tried to hold our love together
But you let us fall apart
Now your leaving me for someone else
Taking what's left of my heart
But this time the pain don't feel that same
I'm not aching like I should
'Cause loving you has hurt so bad
That losing you feels good
I know you'll come back running to me
When the thrill is dead and gone
And you realize the love you need
Was right here all along
When you try to restore what we had before
There's no way you ever could
'Cause loving you has hurt so bad
That losing you feels good
Don't get me wrong I'll still long to hold you every night
But my heart can't take another break
When there's no relief in sight
I guess you're wonderin' why I haven't cried
'Cause usually I would
But loving you has hurt so bad
That losing you feels good
If there was a way to make you stay
I wouldn't if I could
'Cause loving you has hurt so bad
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(David Wills/Rick West)
I never believed in the straight and narrow
Always took the rocky road
Spread my wings like a wayward sparrow
Where the wind blew I would go
Thought no one could ever tame me
And no chains could tie me down
But your love put my feet back on the ground
I wanna walk that line
True lovers do
Your hand in mine
Now I belong to you
I wanna join our hearts
With the ties that bind
And make a brand new start
I wanna walk that line
All my wild and crazy ramblings
And the things that I lived for
Were so easily abandoned
I don't need them anymore
With a tender touch you tamed me
And I'll never be the same
'Cause your love led my heart back home again
I wanna walk that line
True lovers do
Your hand in mine
Now I belong to you
I wanna join our hearts
With the ties that bind
And make a brand new start
I wanna walk that line
True lovers do
Your hand in mine
Now I belong to you
I wanna join our hearts
With the ties that bind
And make a brand new start
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(Emory Gordy Jr./Jim Rushing)
He sits all alone in his easy chair
Staring back on his lost yesterdays
Long before he encountered the bottle
And the demons that drove her away
In his hand he is holding her photograph
Her image all tear-stained and worn
Tonight he's embracing reality
And he curses the day he was born
And the darkness still echoes her warning
You can't have two loves in your life
Now the things that will haunt him
Until the day that he dies
Is the smell of cheap whiskey
And the sound of goodbye
Since the hour that she left he's been sober
And each breath that he draws makes him think
About the light of his life gone forever
When he traded her love for a drink
And the darkness still echoes her warning
You can't have two loves in your life
Now the things that will haunt him
Until the day that he dies
Is the smell of cheap whiskey
And the sound of goodbye
The smell of cheap whiskey
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(Kathy Louvin/Mark Collie)
I can't sleep for dreaming about you
When you're gone there's nothing I can do
But lie awake alone and dream the whole night through
I can't sleep for dreaming about you
I close my weary eyes
And see your face
I hold my pillow tight
And dream of your embrace
I know I could use the rest
But my lonely heart cries out for your caress
I can't sleep for dreaming about you
When you're gone there's nothing I can do
But lie awake alone and dream the whole night through
I can't sleep for dreaming about you
They say absence makes a love grow stronger
But I don't believe my empty arms can hold out any longer
I can't sleep for dreaming about you
When you're gone there's nothing I can do
But lie awake alone and dream the whole night through
I can't sleep for dreaming about you
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(Chris McCarty/Allen Spears/John Fowler)
How can you just stand there
And act like nothing's wrong
You haven't even kissed me
Or held me for so long
There's no lipstick on your collar
There's no perfume on your clothes
There's no number on a matchbook
But a woman always knows
A woman knows without asking
A woman knows what's left unsaid
A woman knows when a man's been sleeping
In someone else's bed
I don't have all the answers
And you haven't left a clue
But in my heart there's just no question
You've found somebody new
A woman knows without asking
A woman knows what's left unsaid
A woman knows when a man's been sleeping
In someone else's bed
When you refuse to talk about it
In your silence my suspicion grows
You don't have to paint a picture
Somehow a woman knows
You don't have to paint a picture
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(Stephanie Davis)
In waters calm I sailed from shore
To see what I might see
And having never sailed before
I drifted aimlessly
A warm breeze rocked my boat until
In slumber I fell sound
But woke to find the light grown dim
And dark clouds gathering 'round
In haste I worked at turning back
But now the wind blew wrong
And when the night came cold and black
My strength was almost gone
But with one last small thread of hope
I bowed my head to pray
Then through the dark I saw a rope
And heard a calm voice say
Grab the rope hold it tight
In the distance shines a light
Neither fear nor feel alone
There is one who'll lead you home
I heard my heart beat loud and fast
But did as I was told
And with the rosy dawn at last
Dry land I did behold
I kissed the sandy banks and swore
My sailing days were through
But should I ever stray from shore
I know now what to do
Grab the rope hold it tight
In the distance shines a light
Neither fear nor feel alone
There is one who'll lead you home
Grab the rope hold it tight
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(Gretchen Peters)
When you are old and tired and gray
Wear you overcoat on sunny days
When your brave tales have all been told
I'll ask for them when you are old
When you are old and full of sleep
And death no longer makes you weep
When your body aches with cold
I'll warm your heart when you are old
You'll still be the same to me
A comfort and a mystery
And I will be old too see
I'll need someone to comfort me
When you are old and pale and gone
And a gentle hand is all you want
I will give you mine to hold
And I'll be here when you are old
Yes I will give you mine to hold
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