One, two, three.
Stopped in Logan Bar on the way to Frederick's birth
Saw Ray Wiley loaded in, I love every song I heard
Sitting outside of St. Mary's, reminds me of an old friend
Cried another tear, and I asked for forgiveness again
Standing alone, but I'm still standing
Never knocked me down, never counted me out
Bringers and beaters, but I'm still standing
Making my mark in the dirt till my time runs out
Lost things on the floor, the smell of loneliness in the air
Ain't the place I wanna be, but I'm really glad to be there
A trio playing Willie, a block or two away
A beautiful sounding melody on a poetic Texas day
Standing alone, but I'm still standing
Never knocked me down, never counted me out
Bruised and beaten, but I'm still standing
Making my mark in the dirt till my time runs out
Standing alone, but I'm still standing
Never knocked me down, never counted me out
Bruised and beaten, but I'm still standing
Making my mark in the dirt till my time runs out
People come and go, and at times you'll find a friend
Others fade away, like a straw in the wind
I'm happy for what I've got, and I'm happy for what I've gained
But you gotta keep on reaching, or you're already in the grave
Standing alone, but I'm still standing
Never knocked me down, never counted me out
Bruised and beaten, but I'm still standing
Making my mark in the dirt till my time runs out
Making my mark in the dirt till my time runs out
Making my mark in the dirt till my time runs out
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