Would you like to hear I love you all the time If you couldn't turn around without us touching would you mind You know there's something missing round your waist Tell me would these arms be in your way Would you mind another heart beating for you Two ears that listen you can talk to Kisses filled with feeling on your face Now tell me would these arms be in your way [ Fiddle - piano ] Would you mind another heart beating for you... Darlin' tell me would these arms be in your way

Oh, I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue. Oh I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway When I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay All portion of love had all flown away. Oh. he taught me to love him and promised to love And to cherish me over all others above How my heart is now wond'ring no mis'ry can tell He's left me no warning, no words of farewell. Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower...

Somewhere between your heart and mine There's a window, I can't see through There's a wall so high, it reaches the sky Somewhere between me and you I love you so much, I can't let you go And sometimes I believe you love me But somewhere between your heart and mine There's a door without any key Somewhere between your heart and mine There's a window, I can't see through There's a wall so high, it reaches the sky Somewhere between me and you Somewhere between your heart and mine There's a love that I don't understand It's there for a while then it fades like a smile And I'm left in the middle again Somewhere between your heart and mine There's a window, I can't see through There's a wall so high, it reaches the sky Somewhere between me and you Somewhere between me and you

The Birmingham Turnaround (Keith Whitley) Caught a plane to Birmingham Leaving you was my plan Then head on south by any means Thought I might blend in 'round New Orleans But when the plane got off the ground I saw your face in a cloud Saw your tears out on the wing Don't guess my heart was free to leave Birmingham would have to wait for a little later date And I said I'd see you later New Orleans 'Cause I knew my rambling ways had seen their better days And suddenly I had a change in dreams Caught a plane from Birmingham Back in your arms is where I am At times we laugh and talk about The day I did The Birmingham Turnaround Birmingham would have to wait for a little later date And I said I'd see you later New Orleans 'Cause I knew my rambling ways had seen their better days And suddenly I had a change in dreams Caught a plane from Birmingham Back in your arms is where I am At times we laugh and talk about The day I did The Birmingham Turnaround And now we laugh and talk about The day I did The Birmingham Turnaround

Everything is silent Night upon the rocks I'm over by the roadhouse With them rusted engine blocks A ghost town with a gold mine A pick axe in my head I'm beggin', mama, please move over Kick them stones out of my bed I met my sister Sandra With them jewels and the cross Eyes on my lever now She paint with chili sauce I cannot do no business With your candle lit in red I'm beggin', mama, please move over Kick them stones out of my bed Kick them stones out of my bed [Incomprehensible] them stones out of my bed I'm beggin', mama, please move over Take you in my belly Sure as night is black I take you for religion Like the skin across my back When I'm buried in your thighs girl I could understand You gotta tell me just for once now You ain't got no other plan You ain't got no other plan You gotta tell me just for once sister You ain't got no other man So meet me at the junction I'll buy you one last 'round Let me in on something Before I leave this town Well, we used to have a password, girl And now I can't recall You gotta tell me was it love Or some high grade alcohol Some high grade alcohol You gotta tell me was it love Or some high grade alcohol Kick them stones out of my bed [Incomprehensible] stones out of my bed I'm begging, mama, please move over