Clint Black - Happiness Alone lyrics
[Clint Black - Happiness Alone lyrics]
I think I'll go back down to New Orleans
Try to bury my travelin' bone
Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be
Nothing's ever written in stone
There's a knock on her door
Is she here anymore
I guess me and the neighbors will see
If the one thing that I
Couldn't do without her
She couldn't do without me
Could I leave her behind
Go on losin' my mind
While the good times continue to roll
With this time on my hands
I can change all my plans
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
I can make all the rounds
Paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own
But a man can't survive on happiness alone
Take a good look around, this is New Orleans
A free wheeler's got to feel right at home
But it's a hell of a leap
Whether shallow or deep
That old river's gonna keep movin' on
Like that muddy Mississippi
She keeps pullin' me under
When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear
I could stand on the bank
Just toss in my line
But there's way too many fish around here
Could I leave 'em behind for
The one on the line
Are the good times still gonna roll
And with this time on my hands
I can change all my plans
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
I can make all the rounds
Paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own
But a man can't survive on happiness alone
Try to bury my travelin' bone
Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be
Nothing's ever written in stone
There's a knock on her door
Is she here anymore
I guess me and the neighbors will see
If the one thing that I
Couldn't do without her
She couldn't do without me
Could I leave her behind
Go on losin' my mind
While the good times continue to roll
With this time on my hands
I can change all my plans
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
I can make all the rounds
Paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own
But a man can't survive on happiness alone
Take a good look around, this is New Orleans
A free wheeler's got to feel right at home
But it's a hell of a leap
Whether shallow or deep
That old river's gonna keep movin' on
Like that muddy Mississippi
She keeps pullin' me under
When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear
I could stand on the bank
Just toss in my line
But there's way too many fish around here
Could I leave 'em behind for
The one on the line
Are the good times still gonna roll
And with this time on my hands
I can change all my plans
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
I can make all the rounds
Paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own
But a man can't survive on happiness alone