He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder. Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don't know. but he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska. The salmon boats and 45 below.
Old man on the corner, singin' my life. Playin' guitar with a rusty old knife. And every line that he's singin' rhymes with the truth. And a promise of something, beyond the blues.
Well, I had the blues. But now theyre gone. Im on a big black freight train. And were movin' on. . Im on a big black train and Im movin' on. Im on a big black train and Ill soon be gone.
See that engine puffin' boy she's making time. That old train's blowin' off the rail rail rail. Headin' for the mountain that she's got to climb. Bringin' in the Georgia mail.
See the engine puffing, boy she's making time. That old trains wearing out the rail, rail, rail. Heading for the mountain that she's got to climb. Bringing in the Georgia mail.
I was a wild and reckless hobo left my girl and home. Started out on a western trip all by myself alone. My pocketbook was empty my heart was filled with pain.
Boy Named Sue. . Well my daddy left home when I was three. And he didn't leave much for Ma and me. Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him because he run and hid.
I received the letter you wrote dear. In which you said you'd wait for me. I'm asking you to please not to wait dear. It will only ruin your life I see.
There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside. Where I wandered when I was a lad. And I wandered alone to the place I call home. In those Blueridge hills far away.
Come through ol' Nashville come through a flyin'. Studded bout my little darlin' couldn't keep from cryin'. Honey babe I'm bound to ride don't you wanna go.
When it's decoration day up in Heaven. There's a bouquet I'm longing to see. There's a flower somewhere in this bouquet. And means all the world to me.
Can't you hear the whistle of my big spike hammer. Lord it's busting my side. I've done all I can do to keep that woman happy. Still she's not satisfied.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind. How many roads must a man walk down before they call him a man. Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand.
I thought I'd seen pretty girls in my time. That was before I met you. I never saw one that I wanted for mine. That was before I met you. . I thought I was swinging the world by its tail.
Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed. Poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed. Then one day he was shooting for some food,. And up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
I remember the times when the devil himself packed a bad seed in life for fear. Bonnie and Clyde were the talk of the land everybody talked about the Barrow gang.
I wonder if I'll ever forget you. And if our love that's true ever dies. I can't forget the kisses you gave me. Or memories of your two baby blue eyes.
I'm out on the sea filled with sorrows. Tossed like a ship who ran a fore. I'm seeking the help of my Savior. By the way of the Cross, I must go. . Back to the Cross and to Jesus.
Oh God, would I give her up to him. If she told me he was better. And that I didn't have the chance ?. That he [did ?] to impress her ?. . Does she test me ? Does she know.