He remembers the first time he met ‘er He remembers the first thing she said He remembers the first time he held her And the night that she came to his bed He ...

I am the red clay canyons of the Colorado River I am the Old Dominion in the rain And the wind-swept battlefield at Vicksburg I am the last two minutes of the g...

Some folks I know keep looking For rare old coins and stamps While others see what's cooking In antique books and lamps Some hobbies are like slavery, There's o...