Willie Nelson Album

I've got a long list of real good reasons
For all the things I've done
I've got a picture in the back of my mind
Of what I've lost and what I've won
I've survived every situation
Knowing when to freeze and when to run
And regret is just a memory written on my brow
And there's nothing I can do about it now.

I've got a wild and a restless spirit
I held my price through every deal
I've seen the fire of a woman's scorned
Turn her heart of gold to steal
I've got the song of the voice inside me
Set to the rhythm of the wheel
And I've been dreaming like a child
Since the cradle broke the bow
And there's nothing I can do about it now.

Running through the changes
Going through the stages
Coming round the corners in my life
Leaving doubt to fate
Staying out too late
Waiting for the moon to say goodniight
And I could cry for the time I've wasted
But that's a waste of time and tears,
And I know just what I'd change
If went back in time somehow
But there's nothing I can do about it now

Running through the changes
Going through the stages
Coming round the corners in my life
Leaving doubt to fate
Staying out too late
Waiting for the moon to say goodniight
And I could cry for the time I've wasted
But that's a waste of time and tears
And I know just what I'd change
If went back in time somehow
But there's nothing I can do about it now.

I'm forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow
And there's nothing I can do about it now

[No lyrics]

Oh my heart is crying in the night for you
Oh, my God, oh don't you feel like a fool
You're fooling yourself with a millionaire
You think it's love but he don't care
And one of these days
You're gonna be surprised

Diamonds never made a lady, lover or a friend
I know it
Diamonds never made a lady, all your dreams will end
I know it

Your Californian nights
Warm body held you tight
Was just a dream
But all the diamond lights
Can't give you peacefull lives or sweet dreams

Oh my God, you really think you have it made
Your heart is won, with first class expenses paid
You drink champaign, eat caviar
A colour TV in the back of your car
But one of these days
You're gonna be surpised

If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portriat I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand

Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue

If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist would have to be you

I imagine the colors
Would all run together
If you ever allowed me to cry
So don't paint the tears
Just let me remember me
Without you in my eyes

It's only the frame
That holds me together
Or else I would be falling apart

If I were a painting
I wouldn't feel
And you wouldnt be breaking my heart

I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around and around and around
And around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain and I'll be back again
And again and again and again and again

It might be in the middle of the afternoon
Maybe somewhere in the middle of the night
I might not be thinking anything at all
When a perfect stranger's face catches a certain light

And my heart jumps 'cause all at once
There you are, standing right in front of me
There you are, as lovely as you'll always be
And here I go back into those memories
Where you are still in love with me

I know I'll never hold you in my arms again
I know I'll never hear you speak my name
I look around this lonely room and I can see
Your memory's the only thing that hasn't changed

And I close my eyes and every time
There you are, standing right in front of me
There you are, as lovely as you'll always be
And here I go back into those memories
Where you are still in love with me

There you are still in love with me

Mr. Record Man I'm looking for a song I heard today
There was someone blue singing not someone who went away
Just like me his heart was yearning for a love that used to be
It's a lonely song about a lonely man like me
There was something bout a love that didn't treat him right
And he'd wake from troubled sleep and cry her name at night
Mr Record Man get this record for me won't you please
It's a lonely song about a lonely man like me

[ piano ]

I was driving down the highway with the radio turned on
And a man that I heard singing sound so blue and all alone
As I listen to his lonely song I wonder could it be
Could there somewhere be another lonely man like me
There was something bout a love...

[No lyrics]

High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
Riding alone on a horse he called Music
With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye

He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him
And how he would sing her sweet lullabies
But we don't ever ask him
And he never talks about her
Guess it is better to just let it slide

But sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he made some sigh
Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye

He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
For not too much money, but way to much ride
But those were the days when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and sail across the sky

Now all that's left is a time-old worn cowboy
With nothin' more than the sweet by-and-by
And trailing behind, is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls memories that she used to ride

And he sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he damn near made some fall right down and die
Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye

High on a mountain in western Montana
Two crosses cut, through a cinnamon sky
Marking the place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by-and-by...

Is the better part over?
Has a ragin' river turned into a stream?
Is the better part over?
Are we down to not quite sayin' what we mean?

And after thinkin' it over
Wouldn't you rather have the endin' nice and clean
Where love remains in all the closing scenes?
If the better part's over

Why hang around
For an endin' that's laden with sorrow?
We've both been around
We've both seen that movie before

And as much as I love you
I can't live while fearin' tomorrow
If the better part's over
Then why should we try anymore?

Is the better part over?
Has a ragin' river turned into a stream?
Is the better part over?
Are we down to not quite sayin' what we mean?

And after thinkin' it over
Wouldn't you rather have the endin' nice and clean
Where love remains in all the closing scenes
Is the better part over?