As we sat on the front porch Of that old grey house where I was born and raised. Staring at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard everyday. I think it kinda hurt him when I said, "Daddy there's a lot that I don't know. But don't you ever dream about a life Where corn don't grow?" He just sat there silent Staring at his favorite coffee cup. I saw a storm of mixed emotions in his eyes When he looked up. He said "son I know at your age It seems like this ole world is turnin' slow. And you think you'll find the answer to it all Where corn don't grow." Hard times are real There's dusty fields no matter where you go. You may change your mind 'Cause the weeds are high where corn don't grow. I remember feeling guilty When daddy turned and walked back in the house. I was only 17 back then But I thought that I knew more than I know now. I can't say he didn't warn me This city life's a hard row to hoe. Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around, Where corn don't grow. Hard times are real There's dusty fields no matter where you go. You may change your mind 'Cause the weeds are high where corn don't grow. You may change your mind Oh the weeds are high where corn don't grow.

As we sat on the front porch Of that old grey house where I was born and raised Staring at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard everyday I think it kinda hurt him when I said "Daddy there's a lot that I don't know But don't you ever dream about a life Where corn don't grow?" He just sat there silent Staring at his favorite coffee cup I saw a storm of mixed emotions in his eyes When he looked up He said "Son, I know at your age It seems like this ole world is turnin' slow And you think you'll find the answer to it all Wherе corn don't grow" Hard times are real Thеre's dusty fields no matter where you go You may change your mind 'Cause the weeds are high where corn don't grow I remember feeling guilty When Daddy turned and walked back in the house I was only 17 back then But I thought that I knew more than I know now I can't say he didn't warn me This city life's a hard row to hoe Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around Where corn don't grow Hard times are real There's dusty fields no matter where you go You may change your mind 'Cause the weeds are high where corn don't grow You may change your mind Oh, the weeds are high where corn don't grow

They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the color of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa day On the second day, I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" On the second day, he came with a single red rose He said, "Give me your loss and your sorrow?" I nodded my head as I lay on the bed If I show you the roses, will you follow? They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die" And I knelt down and planted a rose between her teeth They call me The Wild Rose But my name is Elisa Day Why they call me it, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day My name was Elisa Day For my name was Elisa Day

I have heard of a land on a far away strand 'Tis a beautiful home of the soul Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die 'Tis a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, where we'll never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, where we'll never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old In that beautiful home where we'll never more roam We shall be in that, sweet by and by Happy praise to the King through eternity ring 'Tis a land where we never shall die Never grow old, where we'll never grow old 'Tis a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, where we'll never grow old 'Tis a land where we'll never grow old When our work here is done and our life's crown is worn And our troubles and trials are o'er All our sorrow will end and our voices will blend With the loved ones who've gone on before Never grow old, where we'll never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, where we'll never grow old In a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, where we'll never grow old 'Tis a land where we'll never grow old Never grow old, where we'll never grow old 'Tis a land where we'll never grow old

(Writers: Jay Livingston, Ray Evans) City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, Dressed in holiday style, In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Meeting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day. Strings of street lights, even stop lights Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures. Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch, This is Santa's big scene, And above all this bustle you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day...

She stayed up all night and cried into her pillow And fought off the urge to just break down and call Last night to find the fault seemed so darn easy But now who's to blame don't matter much at all She thinks if she calls him, it just shows weakness So the hurt goes on with every tear she's cried Ain't it sad to see a good love fall to pieces Chalk another heartbreak up to foolish pride Turn out the lights, the competition's over The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight And while the bridges burn Another hard, hard lesson's learned As in the ashes, passion slowly dies And this romance goes down to foolish pride, yeah He relives every word they spoke in anger He walks the floor and punches out the wall To apologize to her, would be so simple But instead he cries, "I'll be damned if I'll crawl" If he loses her, he's lost his best friend And more than just a lover can provide So he wrestles with emotions that defeat him Chalk another love lost up to foolish pride Turn out the lights, the competition's over The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight Yeah, and while the bridges burn Another hard, hard lesson's learned As in the ashes, passion slowly dies And this romance goes down to foolish pride Chalk another love lost up to foolish pride Yeah, yeah

I took a double take out on the interstate When I saw her makin' eyes at me So I followed her down to Clubhouse Drive Past the pool on the eighteenth green And in the parkin' lot I said, "It's mighty hot Maybe I could buy you a beer" She said, "I'm glad you asked but I'll have to pass 'Cause only members are allowed in here" And I said I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club You look so invitin', thought it might be excitin' For a woman with a limousine To go bouncin' around in a beat up truck With a man in wore out jeans Yeah, it's five o'clock before Friday night Here's where the fun begins So don't worry 'bout your reputation 'Cause you can tell all your friends I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club Yeah, I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club