So here as I promised are some of my fav's, and I know that there are a lot of country fans out there so don't pretend to complain...;).

The Night Will Only Know

Chorus:

Well within the innuendos
Just outside the steaming windows
The night was shattered by a woman's scream
Motionless and frightened
The grip of faith had tightened
And with trembling hands they wiped away the steam

They saw a woman pleading
Stumbling begging and retreating
'Til she became a victim of her foe
And they watched her fall in silence
To save their own alliance
But the reason for the violence
Just the night will only know

And every paper ran the story
She was stripped of all her glory
And they told exactly how the woman died
Abandoned and forsaken
Too many pills were taken
And they ruled the woman's death a suicide

Bound by their behavior
They could have been her savior
Now guilt becomes the endless debt they owe
But another crime was committed
And it's never been admitted
Have the guilty been aquitted
Lord, the night will only know

--Garth Brooks

A Keeper For Every Flame

She says it's been so long she can't remember when
The mention of his name didn't make her feel again
That everything is possible and every day a brand new start
Yeah love's something powerful when it finds a willing heart
Sometimes it a fire burning out of control
Sometimes it's a candle burning long and low
All these years she had never let go
There's a keeper for every flame

There was someone in his past that he hadsn't gotten over yes
Each day's like the last, he just misses what he can't forget
It's an empty space where something used to be
Now he guards the gate but he's lost the key
So no one enters but no one leaves
There's a keeper for every  flame

I thought my heart had broken but it was just a little bruised
I thought love had spoken, guess i was just confused
Sometimes we're a fire burning out of control
Sometimes we're nothing but a candle glow 
But it never dies baby and now i know
There's a keeper for every flame

--Mary Chapin-Carpenter

Walkaway Joe

Momma told her baby girl,"Take it real slow."
Girl told her Momma,"Hey I really gotta go,
He's waiting in the car."
Momma said," Girl you won't get far."

Thus are the dreams of an average Jane
Ninty miles an hour down Lover's Lane
On a tank of dreams
Oh, if she could have only seen
But fate's got cards that it don't want to show

CHORUS:

            That boy's just a walkaway Joe
            Born to be a leaver
            Tell you from the word go
            Destined to decieve her
            He's the wrong kinda paradise

She's gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy's just a walkaway Joe

Further down the highway 218
Pulls into the station and he robs it clean
She's waiting in the car
Underneath the Texaco Star

She only wanted love
Didn't bargain for this
She can't help but love him for the way he is
She's only seventeen
And there ain't no reasoning
So she'll ride this ride as far as it can go

CHORUS


She's gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy's just a walkaway Joe

Somewhere in a roadside motel room
Alone in the silence she wakes up to soon
And reaches for his arm
But she'll just keep reachin' on

The cold hard truth revealed what it had known

CHORUS


But it was just another lessen in life
That boy was a walkaway Joe 

--Trisha Yearwood

Gambler

On a warm summer's eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met with a gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a staring
Out the window at the darkness
Till boredom overtook us
And he began to speak

He said," Son I've made a life,
Out of reading peoples faces,
and knowing what the cards were 
By the way they held there eyes.
So if you don't mind me saying
I can see your out of aces,
for a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advise."

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression,
Said," If you're gonna play the game boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.

Chorus:

You've gotta know when to hold them
Know when to fold then
Know when to walk away
Know when to run.
You never count your money,
When your sitting at the table
There'll be time enough to count them
When the dealings done

Now every gambler knows
That the secret to surviving
Is knwoing what to throw away
And knowing what to keep
Cause every hands a winner
And every hands a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

And when he finished speaking,
He turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded of to sleep.
And somewhere in that darkness,
The gambler he broke even,
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep

Chorus


--Kenny Rogers

A Dozen Red Roses

A dozen red roses in a
simple bouquet
Arrived at the church on her
wedding day
The bridesmaids gathered 
round her
The last detail done
But a dozen red roses
who could they be from

The moment was close now,
the church filled with light
She stood like a picture in a
glow of white
All her friends waited
The music softly played
Yet she reaches for the roses
on the table where they lay

The from the roses she
picked up an envelope
Her hand was guided by
her heart
And for every rose a single
teardrop fell
As she lifted her veil and
slowly read the card

"You're in your room
sleeping as I write these words
I know you won't read them 
'til years from now
God will call me home soon,
I'll miss your wedding day
so your mom will keep 
this note to send with
a rose bouquet
So take one of these roses to
hold in your hand
And I will be beside you
As always, Love Dad"

---Tammy Graham

She Thinks His Name Was John

She can account for all of the men in her past
Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have
She knew their backgrounds, family and friends
A few she even talks to now and then

But there is one she can't put her fingers on
There is one who never leaves her thoughts
And she thinks his name was John

A chance meeting, a party a few years back
Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was so black
He was a friend of friend you could say
She let his smile just sweep her away
And in her heart she knew that it was wrong
But too much wine and she left his bed at dawn
And she thinks his name was John

Now each day is one day that's left in her life
She won't know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies
She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep
'Cause she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams

And all her friends say what a pity what a loss
And in the end when she was barely hangin' on
All she could say is she thinks his name was John
She thinks his name was John

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