Тексты песен «Randy Travis»

(Skip Ewing/Donny Kees) Ants on a log Floatin down a river Runnin around But not gettin anywhere Powerstearin wheels Just ain't connected And we can't jump off like flees on a dog Can't fly away like flies on a hog...

I'd do anything if you just let me hold you I'd do anything to change your mind I'd climb the highest mountain or swim the deepest ocean Anything to make you mine Anything, anytime Day or night, rain or shine There...

(Mark Knopfler) It wasn't just the music It wasn't just the wine Some other kind of magic Sending shivers up my spine And I was falling And I fell for you and how Darling, are we in trouble now? They say we're grown...

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you washed in the blood? In the soul...

Just around the bend, nobody knows Still that's where everybody wants to go Might be a mile ride up ahead All I really know is that I'm not there yet When I was a child I thought like a child I had no fear of all the...

Music by William J. Kirkpatrick / Words Unknown Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay...

The summer breeze made ripples on the pond. It rattled through the reeds, and the willow trees beyond. Daddy in his good hat, And mama in her Sunday dress, Watched with pride as I stood there, in the water up to my...

Must be doin' something wrong baby I don't know But the gold fish are floating at the top of the bowl And the dog he won't eat he just lays around All night long he makes a lonesome sound I know I had it coming And its...

(Randy Travis/Alan Jackson) I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet I'm going back to the folks that I used to know Where everyone is what they seems to be And these...

Im getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite where we pretend life's rosy and sweet I'm going back to the folks that I used to know Where everyone is what they seem to be And these high-class friends that you like...

Beyond the reef Where the sea is dark and cold My love has gone And my dreams grow old There'll be no tears There'll be no regretting Will she remember me Will she forget? I'll send a thousand flowers When the...

Oh they say some people long ago Were searching for a different tune One that they could croon as only they can They heard the breeze in the trees Singing weird melodies And they made that the start of the blues And...

Oh they say some people long ago Were searching for a different tune One that they could croon as only they can They heard the breeze in the trees Singing weird melodies And they made that the start of the blues And...

Blessed assurance Jesus is mine Oh what a foretaste Of glory divine. Heir of salvation Purchase of God Born of his spirit Washed in his blood. This is my story This is my song Praising my savior All the day...

Blue Mesa Land of the Sioux and Crow Blue Mesa No matter where I go You will always be Home, sweet, home to me Blue Mesa. Moonlight shines as Purple shadows fall Silence broken by the lonesome Cototes call on: Blue...

It takes all kinds To keep this world in place It's a fragile balance That let's us spin through space So everybody's Got their job to do And girl I guess the job I've got is cryin' over you And I should get a gold...

Somebody listen I'm a voice in the distance cryin' Come see about me I am a stranger In a world filled with anger Come see about me I'm gettin' weary tryin' to carry this load all by myself I'm bone tired and fallin'...

Somebody listen, I'm a voice in the distance cryin' Come see about me I am a stranger in a world filled with anger Come see about me I'm gettin' weary tryin' to carry this load all by myself I'm bone tired and fallin',...

Well, He swings in a saddle He's a real gone cat With his spanish spurs And his buckaroo hat His camps in an old log shack Way back in the sticks. He loves ta tie 'em down And burn their hide And there ain't no rough...

Well, He swings in a saddle He's a real gone cat With his spanish spurs And his buckaroo hat His camps in an old log shack Way back in the sticks. He loves ta tie 'em down And burn their hide And there ain't no rough...