With our ass in the air and our heads in the ground There's no sense of despair without sight, without sound We hold our ears and shut our eyes Distant
Millions of kisses fall from the sky, Millions of tears for sunshine to dry. Millions of kisses fall from the sky, Millions of tears for sunshine to
Lover out my way I'll stand up to anything Move on out this heartbeat The sun is over A new day, a new way I'm coming out this time A new name, let's
It's love.... Do you really know the truth We hear it from the mouths of youth You must aim above the stars To make it further than you are [Chorus
[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
Turn the drums up, turn my vocals up too I hear myself a li'l more, yeah, yeah, yeah More, more, more More, more, more Moto, moto, moto, moto Moto, moto
I was born I was born I was born I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (Learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets
(Glory hallujah we are marching on as we sing this song and it won't be long The man of Galilee will set us everyone free so get in the gloryland march
Born in the heat of the desert My mother died giving me life Despised and disliked from a father Blamed for the loss of his wife You know, Lord, I've
Martha my dear Though I spend my days in conversation Please remember me Martha my love don't forget me Martha my dear Hold your head up you silly girl
Written by Marty Stuart At a red hot truck stop with a dirt floor parking lot A waitress named Shirley Poured him some coffee and she said "Hello
Mandolin Instrumental
Written by Marty Stuart and Mark Collie I do all right in the daylight Sunshine seems to keep you off my mind But as evening shadows fall around me
Big hair, pink lips, eyes all painted up Spray net and George Strait riding in her pickup truck Midnight, highway, headed for the club Siam Heartbeat
We've all got wheels to take ourselves away We've got the telephone to say what we can't say We all got higher and higher every day So come on wheels,
Written by Johnny Cash I walked through the big yard, to feel the warm sunshine A ninety-nine year man, stepped over to me He offered a smoke, and said
Instrumental
Brother how far, from the saviour today Risking your soul, for the things that he gave Oh if today, God should call you away What would you give, in exchange