Cal smith

Hello Mrs. Johnson you self-righteous woman Sunday School teacher what brings you out slumming Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are Standing here visiting with a back-sliding...

The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up...

Your world was so different from mine don't you see We couldn't be close though we tried We both reached for heavens but ours weren't the same That's what happens when two worlds collide Your world...

My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him My wife's in the kitchen...

Well it's time to pay the fiddler And it's sad to know we've danced it all away But the warm night's disappearing Leaving nothing but the cold hard light of day And it's time to start erasing All the...

I always called her old faithful she was always there when I came home And I never thought the day would come she'd leave me But for me those kind of thinking days are gone Cause old faithful ain't...

I go all to pieces at the sight of of you I tried to look the other way when you're around But that takes more strenght than can be found I just get weak as memories pass through I go all to pieces at...

I just got home and found a note that you left lying on my pillow case You say you're leaving me you found another man to take my place And then you wish me luck and say you hope that I'll get over...