A little John Conlee:

“These Rose colored glasses, that I’ve been looking through,
Show only the beauty, cause they hide all the truth
And they let me hold on to the good times, good lines
The ones I used to hear when I held you
And they keep me from feeling so cheated, defeated
When reflections in your eyes show me a fool”


And from Ray Price:
“Now blue ain't the world for the way that I feel
And the storm's brewing in this heart of mine
This ain't no crazy dream I know that it's real
You're someone else's love now you're not mine
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
For my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine
My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed
And that's why I'm lonely all the time”

And one from George Straight:
“He talks to angels and the stars start to spin
He thinks of troubles that he's gotten in
He recalls how his heart got broken
And how it's still that way
The king of broken hearts is so sad and wise
He can smile while he's cryin' inside
We know he'll be brave tonight 'cause he's the king of broken hearts”

And some Dwight Yoakum:
“He said listen to me son while you still can, run back home to that Southern land
Don't you see, what life here has done to me
Then he closed those old blue eyes, and fell limp, against my side
No more pain, and now he's safe back home in Dixie

And I sang Dixie, as he died
But people just walked on by, as I cried
The bottle had robbed him, of all his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie as he died

I sang Dixie as he, died”


"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston
Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"

~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~