That's Why I Sing This Way

BOTH- Love is where you find it R.V.- When you find no love at home, and there's BOTH- nothing cold as ashes after the fire is gone D.S.- The bottle is almost empty, the clock just now struck ten, darlin' I had to call you to our favorite place again

Dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music It's the only kind of life you'll ever understand Dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music You'll never make a wife to a home loving man Drinkin' and dancin' to a honky-tonk band It's the only kind of

Oh, the sun's gonna shine in my life once more Love's gonna live here again Things are gonna be the way they were before Love's gonna live here again Love's gonna live here, Love's gonna live here Love's gonna live here again No more loneliness, only

Intro/Chorus: (x4) "The kids from Brooklyn to T Neck" "Y'knowI'msayin?" "Brooklyn's prime time" Verse One: SkoobDray Now ain't this some old shitI'm bringin it round the back like no question I'm swingin em with the cranes an

Well, I can't recall, one time in my life, I've felt as lonely as I do tonight. I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more, It's the damndest feelin'; I never felt it before. Tonight I feel like an old violin, Soon to be put away and never play

There's a lot of ways of sayin' what I want to say to you There's songs and poems and promises and dreams that might come true But I won't talk of starry skies or moonlight on the ground I'll come right out and tell you I'd just love to lay you down

Oh the sun's gonna shine in my life once more Love's gonna live here again Things're gonna be the way they were before Love's gonna live here again Love's gonna live here love's gonna live here Love's gonna live here again No more loneliness only hap

And if you ain't all through with the chores you gotta do boy I'm gonna tan you alive I was glued to the radio listening to my hero singing those sad old songs Singing them sadder than a one car funeral nobody sings like Jones I'd take that old kitch

I just came in here from force of habit I don't intend to spend too much time in here But I saw you headin' for the jukebox And if you play A-11 there's gonna be tears I don't know you from Adam But if you gonna play the juke box Please don't play A-

Kay with all your singing talent back in Houston Nashville's all you talked about I sold everything I owned to bring you here now you'll be famous there's no doubt Last week you knocked 'em out in New York tonight Chicago's going wild Your record on