Two young people without a thing Say some vows and spread their wings And settle down with just what they need Livin' on love She don't care 'bout what's in style She just likes the way he smiles It takes more than marble and tile Livin' on love Livin' on love, buyin' on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime Just like an old fashion story book rhyme Livin' on love It sounds simple, that's what you're thinkin' But love can walk through fire without blinkin' It doesn't take much when you get enough Livin' on love Two old people without a thing Children gone but still they sing Side by side in that front porch swing Livin' on love He can't see any more She can barely sweep the floor Hand in hand they'll walk through that door Just livin' on love Livin' on love, buyin' on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime Just like an old fashion story book rhyme Livin' on love It sounds simple that's what you're thinkin' But love can walk through fire without blinkin' It doesn't take much when you get enough Livin' on love Livin' on love, buyin' on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime Just like an old fashion story book rhyme Livin' on love

Another great one Wally!

She can put shoes under my bed anytime Matter of fact she can move right into my life and stay We became buddies a long time ago So I think I'm gonna tell something I think you should know Now you don't recognize what's right before your eyes The best you've ever had you're gonna blow You have a girl that loves you she could never be untrue Well buddy let me say that's more than I can say for you If giving her some happiness is messing up your plans I'll be more than happy to take her off your hands I mean that she can put her shoes under my bed anytime Anytime she's ready mmm it'll be okay She can have the key to my door anytime And she can move right into my life and stay Now you don't have to listen just keep doing what you do She's only one more hurt away boy from walking out on you But if you want to keep her one thing you better know Once she gets to walking she won't have far to go You know that she can put her shoes under my bed anytime Anytime that woman's ready mmm it'll be okay She can have the key to my door anytime And she can move right into my house and stay I mean that she can put her shoes under my bed anytime Anytime she's ready mmm it'll be okay She can have the key to my door anytime And she can move right into my life and stay Songwriters: Aaron Schroeder, Bob Halley. For non-commercial use only.

Lot of Leavin' Left to Do Song by Dierks Bentley These old boots still got a lot of ground, they ain't covered yet There's at least another million miles under these old bus treads So if you think I'm gonna settle down, ha, I've got news for you I still got a lot of leavin' left to do And as long as there's a song left in this old guitar This life I'm bound to lead ain't for the faint of heart So you won't fall for me, if you know what's good for you 'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do Guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose 'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do Girl, you look like you might be an angel, so I won't lie I could love you like the devil, if you wanted me to tonight And we could talk about forever for a day or two But I still got a lot of leavin' left to do Guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose 'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do Yeah, I still got a lot of leavin' left to do Songwriters: Deric Ruttan, Dierks Bentley, Brett Beavers.

Great one Wally!

Another hit by Wally!

Half As Much If you love me half as much as I love you You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do You're nice to me when there's no one else around You only build me up to let me down If you missed me half as much as I miss you You wouldn't stay away half as much as you do I know that I would never feel this blue If you only loved me half as much as I love you If you love me half as much as I love you You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do You're nice to me when there's no one else around You only build me up to let me down If you missed me half as much as I miss you You wouldn't stay away half as much as you do I know that I would never feel this blue If you only loved me half as much as I love you

I see your enjoying your Vacation Wally! Monday was a hell day! Hurry back!

Morning's come And Lord my mind is aching (yes, it is) The sunshine's standing quietly at my door Just like the dawn My heart is silently breaking With my tears it goes tumbling to the floor Once again the whole town will be talking Lord, I've seen the pity that's in their eyes They could never understand It's her sorrow, it's not a man And no matter what they say We know she tried Baby's packed her soft things And she's left me, she's left me, she's left me And I know she didn't mean to make me cry It's not her heart Lord, it's her mind She didn't mean to be unkind Why, she even woke me up to say goodbye It's not her heart Lord, it's her mind She didn't mean to be unkind Why, she even woke me up to say goodbye Goodbye baby Songwriters: Mickey Newbury, Douglas Gilmore. For non-c

When loving turns to parting I'm always the first to leave Cause when it comes to heartaches I'd rather give than to receive I've never cried myself to sleep just praying I'll get through I've never lost at love not counting you Not counting you I've never had a heartache Not counting you I never have been blue There's no exceptions to the rule I've never been nobody's fool I've never lost at love not counting you I've never got down on my knees and asked the Lord above If He would only bring to me the one I'm dreaming of Begging to be taken back and swearing I'll be true Has never crossed my mind not counting you Not counting you I've never had a heartache Not counting you I never have been blue There's no exceptions to the rule I've never been nobody's fool I've never lost at love not counting you There's no exceptions to the rule I've never been nobody's fool I've never lost at love not counting you No, I've never lost at love not counting you

Anybody here seen my old friend Abraham? Can you tell me where he's gone? He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young You know I just looked around and he's gone Anybody here seen my old friend John? Can you tell me where he's gone? He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young I just looked around and he's gone Anybody here seen my old friend Martin? Can you tell me where he's gone? He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young I just looked around and he's gone Didn't you love the things that they stood for? Didn't they try to find some good for you and me? And we'll be free Some day soon, it's gonna be one day Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby? Can you tell me where he's gone? I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill With Abraham, Martin, and John Songwriters: Richard Louis Holler. For non-commercial use only.

Goooo Wally!

Just because I asked a friend about her Just because I spoke her name somewhere Just because I rang her number by mistake today She thinks I still care Just because I haunt the same old places Where the memory of her lingers everywhere Just because I'm not the happy guy I used to be She thinks I still care But if she's happy thinking I still need her Then let that silly notion bring her cheer But how could she ever be so foolish? Oh, where would she get such an idea? Just because I asked a friend about her Just because I spoke her name somewhere Just because I saw her then went all to pieces She thinks I still care She thinks I still care Songwriters: Dickey Lee. For non-commercial use onl

Wally! Is that a Pimp hat?!?

You say you're sorry once again dear You want me to take you back once more You say you need a helping hand dear But that's what you told me once before Walk softly on this heart of mine, love Don't treat it mean and so unkind Let it rest in peace and quiet, love Walk softly on this heart of mine Walk on I know someday you'll find a new love I'll feel your heart has turned to stone But please, let me down real easy Cause loneliness moves in as you move on Walk softly on this heart of mine, love Don't treat it mean and so unkind Let it rest in peace and quiet, love Walk softly on this heart of mine Walk softly on this heart of mine Walk softly on this heart of mine Walk softly on this heart of mine Songwriters: Bill Monroe, Jake Landers.

"promosm" 💔

Great job Walt!

I said blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue It was on one moonlit night, stars shining bright Whispered on high, love said goodbye I said blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Well, it was on one moonlit night, stars shining bright Whispered on high, your lover said goodbye I said blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Songwriters: Bill Monroe. For non-commercial use only.

You've got your little ways to hurt me You know just how to tear me up And leave me in small pieces on the ground You've got your little ways to hurt me They're not too big but they're real tough Just one cold look from you can knock me down To look at you and me, no one would ever know The pain that I've endured 'cause I won't let it show My friends would laugh out loud if they only knew The truth about how I am just your lovesick fool 'Cause you've got your little ways to hurt me You know just how to tear me up And leave me in small pieces on the ground And you've got your little ways to hurt me They're not too big but they're real tough Just one cold look from you can knock me down The sadness in my eyes should somehow be a clue But no one here would ever suspect sweet little you There've been rumours of the truth, but I've kept it quiet 'Cause I'm too ashamed to let them know you make me cry And you've got your little ways to hurt me You know just how to tear me up And leave me in small pieces on the ground You've got your little ways to hurt me They're not too big but they're real tough Just one cold look from you can knock me down Yeah, your little ways can knock me to the ground Songwriters: Dwight David Yoakam. For non-commercial use only.

I'm living this song. It's been 4 years now. 57 and alone, she said she'd come back as a noisy bird. I'm waiting.

She said if I ever deceived her She'd be gone before I could count ten I guess that I didn't believe her 'Cause look at the trouble I'm in She's gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone Cryin' won't bring her back The more that I cry The faster that train flies Farther on down the track I'd lost every right to be happy When I lost the heaven I found She warned me she'd leave and she left me Before my first tear hit the ground She's gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone Cryin' won't bring her back The more that I cry The faster that train flies Farther on down the track If I only knew where to find her I'd crawl there on my hands and knees Each tick of the clock's a reminder She's one second farther from me She's gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone Cryin' won't bring her back

You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin', you're a slow poke You wait and worry but I never seem to hurry, I'm a slow poke Time means nothin' to you, I wait (you wait) and then Late again, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to ten Why should I linger every time you snap your finger, little slow poke? Why can't I hasten when I see the time's a-wastin'? I'm a slow poke, dear Why should I keep tryin' to change you? It's not the thing to do Here's the thing to do-I guess you'll have to learn to be a slow poke, too (slow Poke, too) (Slow poke, slow poke, I'm a silly old slow poke) We keep on waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin', what a slow poke We wait and worry but there's never any hurry, what a slow poke Time means nothin', you see, we wait and then Late again, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to ten Why should I linger every time you snap your finger, little slow poke? (slow Poke) Why can't you hasten when you see the time's a-wastin'? You're a slow poke, Dear Why do you keep tryin' to change me? It's not the thing to do Then I guess I'll have to learn to be a silly old slow poke, too Slow poke, slow poke, you're a silly old slow poke Slow poke, slow poke, I'm a silly old slow poke Slow poke!

nice Walter 👍🏻

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms, and fields Passing trains that have no name An' freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America, how are ya? Said don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealing card games with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Good morning, America, how are ya? Said don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Nighttime on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again The passengers will please refrain This train got the disappearing railroad blues Good night, America, how are you? Said don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Songwriters: Steve Goodman.

Everybody's goin' away I believe this time they're going to stay There's not a soul I know around Everybody's leavin' town Some caught a freight, some caught a plane Find the sunshine, leave the rain They said this town's a waste of time I guess they're right, it's wastin' mine Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues You know my heart keeps tellin' me "You're not a kid at 33 You play around, you lose your wife You play too long, you lose your life" I got my pills to ease the pain Can't find a thing to ease the rain I'd love to try and settle down But everybody's leavin' town Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Songwriters: Danny O'keefe.

Hell yea WALT! It's your best one yet!

Johnny Reb at 3:20

You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb You fought all the way, Johnny Reb Saw you a-marchin' with Robert E. Lee You held your head high tryin' to win the victory You fought for your folks, but you didn't die in vain Even tho' you lost they speak highly of your name, 'cause You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb You fought all the way, Johnny Reb I heard your teeth chatter from the cold outside Saw the bullets open up the wounds in your side I saw the young boys as they began to fall You had tears in your eyes 'cause you couldn't help at all, but You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb You fought all the way, Johnny Reb I saw Gen'ral Lee raise a sabre in his hand Heard the cannons roar as you made your last stand You marched in the battle of the Grey and the Red When the cannon smoke cleared, took days to count the dead, 'cause You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb You fought all the way, Johnny Reb When Honest Abe heard the news about your fall The folks thought he'd call a great vict'ry ball But he asked the band to play the song Dixie For you, Johnny Reb, and all that you believe Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb Yeah, you fought all the way, Johnny Reb You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb You fought all the way, Johnny Reb

In 1814, we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip' We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' There wasn't as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico We looked down a river And we see'd the British come And there must have been a hundred of 'em Beatin' on the drums They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring We stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' There wasn't as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets 'Til we looked 'em in the eye We held our fire 'Til we see'd their faces well Then we opened up our squirrel guns And really gave 'em, well We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' There wasn't as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they begin to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Yeah, they ran through the briars And they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes Where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast That the hounds couldn't catch 'em On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind And when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' There wasn't as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Yeah, they ran through the briars And they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes Where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast That the hounds couldn't catch 'em On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Hut-two-three-four Sound off, three-four Hut-two-three-four Sound off, three-four

Well, the midnight headlight blind you on a rainy night Steep grade up ahead, slow me down, makin' no time But I gotta keep rollin' Those windshield wipers slappin' out a tempo Keepin' perfect rhythm with the song on the radio But I gotta keep rollin' Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a better way for me Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a sunny day Well, the truck stop cutie comin' on to me Tried to talk me into a ride, said I wouldn't be sorry But she was just a baby Hey, waitress, pour me another cup of coffee Pop it down, jack me up, shoot me out, flyin' down the highway Lookin' for the mornin' Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a better way for me Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a sunny day Well, the midnight headlight blind you on a rainy night Steep grade up ahead, slow me down, makin' no time But I gotta keep rollin' Those windshield wipers slappin' out a tempo Keepin' perfect rhythm with the song on the radio But I gotta keep rollin' Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a better way for me Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a sunny day Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a better way for me Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a sunny day, yeah Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away Lookin' for a better way for me Songwriters: David Malloy, Even Stevens, Eddie Rabbitt. For non-commercial use only.

Your voice is so rich well done from Southampton england

Great Job Walt!

Check out Aisling Rafferty's 2020 version, she's more photogenic than me to say the least.

There is a new moon over my shoulder And an old love still in my heart I remember now that I'm older What you told me the day we had to part You promised with the new moon You'd be coming back to me Many moons have passed Still I'm waiting patiently There is a new moon over my shoulder And an old love still in my heart There is a new moon over my shoulder And an old love still in my heart Now I'm wishing I had been bolder Then perhaps we wouldn't been so far apart You promised you would write me But so far not a line Still I wait, and make believe That someday you'll be mine There is a new moon over my shoulder And an old love still in my heart...

Awesome Job Walt!

'.Also known as 'The Tips of My Fingers"

(I held you right on the tips of my fingers) I reached out my arms and I touched you With soft words I whispered your name I held you right on the tips of my fingers Ah, but that was as close as I came My eyes had a vision of sweet lips Yielding beneath my command I had your love on the tips of my fingers But I let it slip right through my hands But I let it slip right through my hands Somebody took you when I wasn't looking And I should have known from the start That it's a long, long way from the tips of my fingers To the love hidden deep in your heart To the love hidden deep in your heart I had your love on the tips of my fingers But I let you slip right through my hands But I let you slip right through my hands

Good stuff Walt!

When the train pulled into the station Rolled up his sleeves, resin's up his bow Fiddle upside down, orange blossom special 'Cause if you want to make a living you got to put on a good show When he'd smell the smoke and the cinders Slick back his hair, opened up his case Play Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey 'Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place He was always there, playing for the miners Devil's dream was a song they understood Then he'd go out to Oklahoma and he'd wait till the trains Were running and the weather was good When he'd smell the smoke and the cinders Slick back his hair, opened up his case Play Cherokee Fiddle, he'd play it for the whiskey 'Cause good whiskey never let him lose his place Now the Indians are dressing up like cowboys And the cowboys are putting feathers and turquoise on And the music is sold by lawyers And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the station have gone Some folks say they ain't never gonna miss him Old Fiddle squealed like the engines brakes Cherokee Fiddle, he's gone forever Just like the music of the whistle that the old locomotives made So when you smell the smoke and the cinders Slick back your hair, open up your case Play the Cherokee Fiddle, play it for the whiskey 'Cause good whiskey will never let you lose your place No, good whiskey will never let you lose your place No, good whiskey will never let you lose your place

I heard the front door closing softly, As I wakened from my sleep; With the soft touch of her lips, Lord, Like a whisper on my cheek; And I cursed the sun for risin', 'Cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come; 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', But, come sundown, she'll be gone. See the lipstick on the pillow That I placed beneath her head; And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord, Where she lay upon my bed; And it hurts to know it's over, For the hurt, Lord, has just begun. 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', But, come sundown, she'll be gone.

Great job Walt

See ya later ALLIGATOR

See you later, Alligator Well, I saw my baby walking With another man today Well, I saw my baby walking With another man today When I asked her what's the matter This is what I heard her say "See you later, Alligator After a while, Crocodile See you later, Alligator After a while, Crocodile Can't you see you're in my way now? Don't you know you cramp my style?" When I thought of what she told me Nearly made me lose my head When I thought of what she told me Nearly made me lose my head But the next time that I saw her Reminded her of what she said See you later, Alligator After a while, Crocodile See you later, Alligator After a while, Crocodile Can't you see you're in my way now? Don't you know you cramp my style? She said, "I'm sorry, pretty daddy You know my love is just for you" She said, "I'm sorry, pretty daddy You know my love is just for you Won't you say that you'll forgive me And say your love for me is true?" I said, "Wait a minute, 'Gator I know you mean it just for play" I said, "Wait a minute, 'Gator I know you mean it just for play Don't you know you really hurt me? And this is what I have to say" See you later, Alligator After a while, Crocodile See you later, Alligator After a while, Crocodile Can't you see you're in my way now? Don't you know you cramp my style? See you later, Alligator After a while, Crocodile See you later, Alligator So long, that's all, goodbye

Another great one!

I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a law man's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're a dead man friend Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby? He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back And left me reeling on a steel reel rack They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby? Grew up in Houston off the wayside drives Son of a car-hop and some all night dives Dad drove a stock car to an early death All I remember was a drunk man's breath Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby? You know the story how the wheel goes 'round? Don't let them take you to the man downtown Can't sleep at all in a jailhouse baby Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby? I live with angel she's a roadhouse queen Makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee I want to love her but I don't know how I'm at the bottom in the jailhouse now Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby? You know the story about the jailhouse rock? Don't want to do it but just don't get caught They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby? Songwriters: Rodney J. Crowell. For non-commercial use only. Data From: Musixmatch

Love this song, and you do a great cover of it.

Great cover singing, Walter

Missing you, can't help but wish that you Were in my arms tonight, making love to me Kissing you, that's all I want to do It never seems just right now that we're apart. I always spend my time Just writing lines to you Can't wait for you to write Saying you love me too Missing you can't help but wish that you Were in my arms tonight making love to me (I always spend my time just writing lines to you) (Can't wait for you to write saying you love me too.) Missing you can't help but wish that you Were in my arms tonight making love to me..

He's out there somewhere every night Where the music's playin' loud Doing all those 50's steps In a 1980 crowd The dim lights hide his milage lines The Clairol hides the gray And he won't mention anything That gives his age away Oh, he's 39 and holdin' Holdin' everything that he can From 17 to 25 He'll prove he's still a man He's holding to a candle And it's burning at both ends He's 39 and holding Holdin' everything he can You can bet he'll never see 39, again He should have turned loose long ago But still he's hangin' it in He still thinks that he's the man That he used to be He's 39 and holdin' And acting 23 Oh, he's 39 and holdin' Holdin' everything he can From 17 to 25 To prove he's still a man He's holding to a candle My God, it's burning at both ends He's 39 and holdin' Holdin' everything he can Songwriters: Bill Rice, Jerry G Foster. F

Sounding good brother!