Conway Twitty Don’t It Feel Good

Don’t it feel good, babe… Don’t it feel right

Lyin’ here beside you, holdin’ you so tight

Longin’ to satisfy love’s appetite

Don’t it feel good, babe… Don’t it feel right

I love the way that you touch me, the way that you kiss me

The soft way you whisper in my ear

Your lips are burnin’ like fire, fillin’ me with desire

Girl, I can’t think straight when you; re near

Don’t it feel good, babe… Don’t it feel right

Lyin’ here beside you, holdin’ you so tight

Longin’ to satisfy love’s appetite

Don’t it feel good, babe… Don’t it feel right

We found a good thing together, so close to each other

In this lovin’ fever that we’ve caught

I want to hold you forever… There ain’t nothin’ better

Let’s just hold on to what we’ve got

Don’t it feel good babe… Don’t it feel right

Lyin’ here beside you, holdin’ you so tight

Longin’ to satisfy love’s appetite

Don’t it feel good, babe… Don’t it feel right

Don’t it feel good, babe… Don’t it feel right

Lyin here beside you, holdin’ you so tight

Longin’ to satisfy love’s appetite

Don’t it feel good babe… Don’t it feel right…

Conway Twitty Clinging To A Saving Hand

Sing me a song of praise and glory

Help this wandering child to understand.

That when I close my eyes in sleep eternal

I’ll be clinging to a saving hand.

I want you to sing to me about the rock of ages,

And sing about eternity so sweet.

So that when I take my last breath of life

I’ll awaken at my saviour’s feet.

I want you to tell me about Paul and Matthew

And sing about my dear saviour’s birth

And tell about his trials and tribulations.

While he walked upon his heathen Earth.

Come on and sing me a song of praise and glory

Help this wandering child to understand.

That when I close my eyes in sleep eternal

I’ll be clinging to a saving hand.

I’ll be clinging to a saving hand…

Conway Twitty House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

And, Lord, I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor, boys

She sewed my old blue jeans

My daddy was a gamblin’ man

Way down in New Orleans

I got one foot on the platform, boys

The other on that train

I’m going down to New Orleans

To pull that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

And, Lord, I know I’m one

In the house of the Rising Sun

Conway Twitty Beach Comber

I was standing on the seashore

Looking down into the sea

When a good looking girl

Came a walkin’ up to me

She was a blond haired

Green eyed good lookin’ baby to me.

I said come on, come on baby,

Don’t you walk the other way

I’ll be right behind you, ahh honey,

Every step you take

‘Cause you’re a blond haired

Green eyed good lookin’ baby to me.

Well, I never stopped, ahhhh baby, look into my eyes

Then baby do you realize how much I love you,

You’d never know, whoa, whoa, whoa, Whoa,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh yeah.

I went back to the seashore

And there beside me

Was my blond haired baby,

Baby, she’s lying there with me.

Well, She’s a blond haired

Green eyed good looking baby to me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My blond haired baby,

Well, my baby, baby

Blond haired baby.

Baby, baby, my blond haired baby…

Conway Twitty Amos Moses

Now Amos Moses was a Cajun

He lived by himself in the swamp

He haunted alligators for a livin’

He just knock ’em in the head with a stump.

The Louisiana law’s gonna get ya Amos

It ain’t legal huntin’ alligators down in the swamp boy

Now everybody blames his old man

For makin’ him mean as a snake.

When Amos Moses was a boy

His daddy would use him for alligator bait

Tie a rope around his waist throw him in the swamp

Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou.

About forty five minutes southeast of Tippidoe Louisiana

Live a man called Doc Millsap and his pretty wife Hannah

Well, they raised up a son

That could eat up his weight in groc’ries

Named him after the man of the cloth

Called him Amos Moses.

Now folks around south Louisiana

Said Amos was a hell of a man

He could trap the biggest the meanest alligator

And just use only one hand.

That’s all he got left ’cause the alligator bit him

Left arm gone clean up to the elbow.

Well, the sheriff got wind

That Amos was in the swamp trappin’ alligator skins

So he snook in the swamp

Gonna get the boy but he never come out again.

Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to

Well, you can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou

About forty five minutes.

About forty five minutes…

Conway Twitty I Got A Good Thing Going

I got a good thing going and I guess it’s showing

Everybody knows what I’ve got goings going on

She loved me and I let her down and now upset her

And now the good thing I got going’s going, going, gone.

And I just started feeling the real is off her leaving

And without of that she’s the reason that I sing this song I’m singing

I got a good thing going and there’s no way of knowing

Just how far her leaving’s gonna take her off or how long.

She never thought I refused her but I sure misused her

I got a good thing going, going, going, gone.

And I just started feeling the real is off her leaving

And without of that she’s the reason that I sing this song I’m singing

I got a good thing going and there’s no way of knowing

Just how far her leaving’s gonna take her off or how long.

She never thought I refused her but I sure misused her

I got a good thing going, going, going, gone.

I got a good thing going, going, going, gone…

Conway Twitty Don’t Cry Daddy

Today I stumbled from my bed

With thunder crashing around my head

My pillow still wet

From last nights tears

And as I think of giving up

A voice inside my coffee cup

Keeps crying out

And ringing in my ears.

Don’t cry daddy

Daddy, please don’t cry

Daddy, you’ve still got me, Jimmy and Johnny

Together we’ll find a brand new mommy

Daddy, daddy, please laugh again

Daddy ride us on your back again

Oh, daddy, please don’t cry.

Why must children be the first

To feel the pain and hurt the worst

It’s true somehow it don’t seem right

And ev’ry time I cry I know

It hurts my little children so

I wonder will it be the same tonight?

Don’t cry daddy

Daddy, please don’t cry

Daddy, you’ve still got me, Jimmy and Joni

Together we’ll find a brand new mommy

Daddy, daddy, please laugh again

Daddy ride us on your back again.

Oh, daddy, please don’t cry

Well daddy, please don’t cry

Conway Twitty A Bridge That Just Won’t Burn

I threw away the pictures of those better days in Dallas

But I can’t throw away these pictures in my mind

She’s a page of precious memories I’ve tried hard to turn

She’s standing on a bridge that just won’t burn.

If only time will heal the hurt then this may last forever

I may never know how it feels to forget

Every time I think about her those old feelings still return

She’s standing on a bridge that just won’t burn.

I’ve burned a lot of bridges in my time

But the one I just crossed over Lord, it ain’t the burning kind

She’s that once in a lifetime kind of love that never will return

She’s standing on a bridge that just won’t burn.

Oh, She’s standing on a bridge that just won’t burn…

Conway Twitty Fifteen To Forty-Three

I just cut the string

On a dusty old shoe box

And opened a door to the past

Now I’m sittin’ here with my souvenirs

And these faded old photographs.

Fightin’ back tears

Lookin’ back through the years

And wonderin’ why dreams fade so fast

Now the young boy I see

Don’t look like the me

Reflected in this old looking glass.

The man in the mirror

Sees things so much clearer

Than the boy in the pictures

With his eyes full of dreams

Oh, the men that I’ve tried to be

From fifteen to forty-three

Never believed that they’d end up like me.

There’s that touchdown I caught

Back when I thought

I’d play for the cowboys someday

There’s you holding me in my faded fatigues

Comin’ home to the U.S.A.

One after another

All my sweet dreams and lovers

Pass before my tear filled eyes

Pictures of a fool

Who was selfish and cruel

Till the day he made you say goodbye.

The man in the mirror

Sees things so much clearer

Than the boy in the pictures

With his eyes full of dreams

Oh the men that I’ve tried to be

From fifteen to forty-three

Never believed that they’d end up like me.

Oh, I never believed I’d be lonely like me…

Conway Twitty By The Time I Get To Phoenix

By the time I get to Phoenix, she’ll be risin’,

She’ll find the note I left hangin’ on her door.

She’ll laugh when she reads the part that says I’m leavin’,

‘Cause I’ve left that girl so many times before.

By the time I make Albuquerque, she’ll be workin’,

She’ll probably stop at lunch and give me a call.

But she’ll just hear that phone keep on ringin’,

Off the wall, that’s all.

By the time I make Oklahoma, she’ll be sleepin’,

She’ll turn softly and call my name out low.

And she’ll cry just to think I’d really leave her,

Though time and time I’ve tried to tell her so.

She just didn’t know I would really go…