Tell her, "I'm sorry"
Tell her, "I need my baby"
Oh, won't you tell her that I love her
I woke up this morning and realized what I had done
I stood alone in the cold gray dawn
I knew I'd lost my morning sun
I lost my head and I said some things
Now come the heartaches that morning brings
I know I'm wrong and I couldn't see
I let my world slip away from me
So hey, did you happen to see
The most beautiful girl in the world
And if you did, was she crying, crying
Hey, if you happen to see
The most beautiful girl that walked out on me
Tell her, "I'm sorry"
Tell her, "I need my baby"
Oh, won't you tell her that I love her
[Instrumental Interlude]
Hey, did you happen to see
The most beautiful girl in the world
And if you did, was she crying, crying
Hey, if you happen to see
The most beautiful girl that walked out on me
Tell her, "I'm sorry"
Tell her, "I need my baby"
Oh.... Won't you tell her that I love her
If you happen to see
The most beautiful girl that walked out on me
Tell her, "I'm sorry"
Tell her, "I need my baby"
Oh.... Won't you tell her that I love her
Most Beautiful Girl - Charlie Rich
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thanksgiving
Somehow I find myself far out of line
from the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that,
but I'm keeping on.
Would our paths cross if every great loss
had turned out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?
There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow
lighting my way
But I will be true to the red, black and blues
that colored those days.
I owe my soul to each fork in the road,
each misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude
can dissolve my sweetest find
Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.
Thanksgiving - Poi Dog Pondering
from the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that,
but I'm keeping on.
Would our paths cross if every great loss
had turned out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?
There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow
lighting my way
But I will be true to the red, black and blues
that colored those days.
I owe my soul to each fork in the road,
each misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude
can dissolve my sweetest find
Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.
Thanksgiving - Poi Dog Pondering
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