Lookin' down from the apple tree
My hands tied in back
This is a bullet from a gun called, "What the
Through our love there runs a century spring
What we've got
My Galveston girl
I hold you like a child
And kiss away
I'm just a student of this life
Just like my father
And
Sitting on a bench in an old time station
Waiting for
Followed you to Killer's Creek
On motorcycle
The streets were fast, filled
I thought I could live forever here on my own
It
New York City, you're so pretty
All your faces, going places
And
Oh, my heart is a thoroughbred
I can't sleep in my
