line To the story of me and you [chorus] Don't you know I've tried and I've tried To get you out my mind But it don't get no better As each day goes
Half of a letter Tells half a story The way I see it It's half the worry Where I came from I forgot too soon... East of the sun And west of the moon
I?m bout to tell you this story about being broke Man, being broke sucks. Dude, being broke sucks. I woke up this morning ain?t got no money, only thing
House full of roses A letter on the stairs A day full of messages for anyone who cares Closure broken words and stories full of tears Remembering your
that could never be? Tomorrow every one gonna know me better. And tomorrow every one gonna drink my wine. And tomorrow every one gonna read my letter, and my story
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess. They say
Wrote a letter this mornin', Put it in your hat, 'Cause no one to read it And I know you knew that. I bought a joke, a trick or two, Just to bring and
the day that she came And she blew them away And asked me if I'd be her man It seems that she went and fell In love with my letters Says she's been looking
stop Right near the end, the letter read Maybe when I leave I'll lead a life less empty Maybe we were waiting way too long to end this soap opera story
unidentified man, is found in bed, wearing only a diaper, holding a bow an arrow in one hand, and clutching a letter in the other. The letter simply read
sunny morn The sweetest sight ever seen And the night followed day And the story tellers say That the score brave souls inside For many a lonely day Sailed
happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her She was buried on August 3rd The story ends without
(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen
And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold