In a smoky bar room in Toledo Ohio where the jukebox plays,
He chased moon dreams through wild outlaw ways.
whiskey on his breath, he sang a sad refrain,
While visions of the road sang their sweet pain.
Like a ghost from a past that won’t let go,
He was dreaming with George Jones, while she whispered goodbye,
Like Johnny Cash on the run, beneath a starry sky.
Conway Twitty sang the tales, of love left behind,
While they both walked a line that fate designed.
She stood at the window, watching the night, it's "like we never loved at all,playing on vinyl on repeat
Feeling the shadows fade, losing the fight, singing " Just Like Jessie James;"Gods Going To Cut You Down, "Wish You Were A Better Man;
His dreams were a tempest, her heart fell apart,
She couldn't be the anchor for his restless heart.
In the arms of another, she found her release,
Out on the left side of a restless road,
In the shadows where the wild dreams go,
He sips whiskey, counting stars,
While he rides the line between bars and scars.
Said she's no Lisa, but she's got a heart,
Trying to hold on, it’s tearing apart.
they danced to the sound of a whiskey lullaby in a Cold midnight rain,
With the echoes of hearts that felt nothing but pain,
his dreams were a long black train, running too fast,
she said goodbye to a love that couldn’t last.
He was a ghost of a man in black with a hollowed smile,
Chasing the night like it’s just a trial,
In his dreams, he was a man in black walkin' the line for his June Carter cash trying not to let his dreams an love for her clash,she knew he'd have to pick one "some day,
While she felt the burn, watching their love crash.
Like a Waylon Jennings tune,
She found solace in the arms of the moon.
they danced to the sound of a whiskey lullaby in a cold midnight rain,
With the echoes of hearts that felt nothing but pain,
his dreams were a long black train, running too fast,
she said goodbye to a love that couldn’t last.
Now they're just echoes, fading afar,
Two gunslingers lost in the ballad of scars.
He was dreaming with George Jones, while she whispered goodbye,
Like Johnny Cash on the run, beneath a starry sky.
While Conway Twitty sang the tales, of love left behind,
While they both walked a line that fate designed.
Their love was a song of whiskey dreams an a lonely heart played out of tune,
Lost to the night, under that lonesome moon.
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