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One night all alone you'll be driving toward home
And you'll turn on the car radio
You'll hear a man singin, playin guitar
On some two hour folk music show
You'll lean your head closer and turn up the sound
As the signal fades in and out
But you'll hear every line and the voice will be mine
And you'll know who I'm singin about
I remember your mouth, I remember your hair
I remember the books that you read
And the way that your ears could quiet my fears
As we lay talkin in bed
Your animal flames in a minute could change
Your wisdom that answered my doubts
And I want you to know I still feel that glow
Your the one I'm still thinkin about
I've had a real life, more pleasure than strife
Adventures some high and some low
Every taste that I've tasted is still on my tongue
Layin like late winter snow
Sometimes when I wonder how you weathered the years
Through times of good rainfall and drought
Hear this song like a wave when I go to my grave
Your the one I'll one thinkin about
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- Couchville Sessions
- TEN: SONGS OF BEN BULLINGTON
- 10 Songs Of Ben Bullington
- Long Ride Home
- Theatre Of The Unheard
- Family Tree
- Aloha From Nashville
- Miscellaneous
- A Crooked Road
- Modern Hymns
- Transatlantic Sessions 3
- Promo Only: Country Radio, March 2012
- Music City Roots: SongRoots
- Coal Country Music (Deluxe)
- Live in NC
- No Song No Supper: Sugar Hill Singer-Songwriters Dish It Up
- Music of Coal: Mining Songs From the Applachian Coalfields
- Sugar Hill Records: A Retrospective
- Transatlantic Sessions - Series 3: Volume Two
- Take Me Back