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Lyle Lovett Lyle Lovett And His Large Band

And that's just a cryin' shame So he says you look lovely my dear You say thank you I'm fine And you spend all his money And you spend all his time And

pass away And the sun will burn to coal And even men will hear the angels say He was a fool to let it show But I know you know And there ain't nothing

If you were to wake up And I were beside you Would you gently smile dear And whisper my name And would you remember The way that I held you And would

a man. Stand by your man, Give him two arms to cling to, And something warm to come to, When nights are cold and lonely. Stand by your man, And show

(Lyle Lovett and Billy Hill) Honey bring me the paper And pour me a beer And turn on the TV And sweep up over here You tell me you love me To put off

And I like cream in my coffee And I like to sleep late on Sunday And nobody knows me like my baby And I like eggs over easy With flour tortillas And