Charley Pride
Special
The only thing I really own is what you see me wearing on my backThe only friends I've ever known are the kind you meet along a railroad trackThe kind you bum tobacco from and view the world through a boxcar doorA friend who talks and makes you laugh has nothing much but gives you halfAnd maybe you don't see him anymoreSpecial I hear your lonesome whistle whineIt's calling me Special keep moving me on down the lineMy mackinaw is full of holes and ain't too good at keepin' out the coldMy shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cinders through the solesSometimes I see a pretty girl and wonder what I've missed along the wayOnce someone special wore my ring and loved me more than anythingI gave her up and caught a train one daySpecial I had a special girl one timeNow she's not mine Special keep moving me on down the line
From Letras Mania