Elizabeth Cook

Ill never know how far my arms can reach around you Ill never know the way the morning after feels And if

Id stick to you like glue if I was able to Cling to you like vine, if youd just say thats fine Hold you in

He got all of his money tied up in guitars His poster hangin up at an east side bar Sets his tip bucket up

She asked for her mamas bathrobe And a pot of potato soup Shes gonna dry out this time if it kills her

When the Lord made me, he made a simple man Not much money and not much land He didn't make me no banker

He got no heart, he got no heart he got not heart, that I know of he got no heart his mama forgot that

Sunday morning, praise the dawning It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday

If you don? t like the way things are You can wish upon a star There? s always tomorrow Things

I'm beginning to forget you a little more each day Oh I know I'll forget you, if you'll just stay

What do I do? with this love for you Just hand it back? no, I can't do that What do I do? just half of

Times are tough in rock n roll Beer cant be bought wine cant be sold Thousand lies are getting told

Nah nah nah nah At mama's funeral, organs didn't play But you could hear the lonesome sway Of

Sometimes it takes balls to be a woman Standing up to a test while wearing a party dress Sometimes looks can

I'm not in the hall of fame I'm not on the wall of shame I guess you'll find me in between

Well, I'm crazy 'bout you baby, it don't do no good, I could tell it to the movie out in