Friday night is ....... infidelity

[Richard A Thackeray]

Dwight Yoakham Buenas Noches From a Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses

She wore red dresses with her black shining hair
She had my baby and caused me to care
Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry
She wore red dresses and told such sweet lies

I never knew him but he took her away
And on my knees like a madman for vengeance I prayed
While the pain and the anger destroyed my weak mind
She wore red dresses and left the wounded behind

I searched til I found them, then I cursed at the sight
Of their sleeping shadows in the cold neon light
In the dark morning silence I placed the gun to her head
She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flNf3zQv1h8

 

[Richard A Thackeray]

Dwight Yoakham Johnsons Love

She left him, for another man
(rather like George Jones 'He Stopped Loving Her Today')


She had left him lost and broken
Like no other had before
And now his heart was just a token
Of the pain it had endured
And his memories were clouded
With all the hurtful things she'd said
Yes, for all intent and purpose
He might just as well been dead

And some people claim they still hear him call her name
Hey, hey, Maureen, swear they hear it just that plain
Deep in the night and sometimes right at dawn
See, his body died some years ago
But around here Mr. Johnson's love lives on

He seemed far away and distant
With that cold and silent stare
Never moving, never speaking
And just barely breathing air

No one really knew her reason
And who can judge her right or wrong
The only true and solemn fact is,
The man we'd known was all but gone

And some people claim they still hear him call her name
Hey, hey, Maureen, swear they hear it just that plain
Deep in the night and sometimes right at dawn
See, his body died some years ago
But around here Mr. Johnson's love lives on

Sissy Thompson said she'd seen him
Late that night on Shelby Road
About a mile from there they found him
It seems he'd died out in the snow

I hear'd the preacher at the service
Say from love he's finally free
But I say love, it knows no season
It haunts the soul eternally

And some people claim they still hear him call her name
Hey, hey, Maureen, swear they hear it just that plain
Deep in the night and sometimes right at dawn
Yeah, his body died some years ago
But around here Mr. Johnson's love lives on

Yes, his body died some years ago
But around here Mr. Johnson's love lives on...

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuULf-u6hgk

 

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