Well, my name is Cecil Brown. And I'm from a little town. And people don't think much of me. . I never understood. Why they thought I was no good. But this is how it seems.
Come live with me and be my love, share my bread and wine. Be wife to me, be life to me, be mine. Come live with me and be my love, let our dreams combine.
Well I'm A Candidate for suicide the more that I get old, I'm A candidate for suicide the drugs have taken their toll, I'm A candidate for suicide I was raped at 8 years old, Well I'm A candidate for suicide cause im a cheap liar and a whore..
Looking through the window of the greyhound station down in San Antone. Watching people come and people go and feeling so alone. And every face I see reminds me of the one I've left behind me crying.
(Life lost its color when I lost my love). White's for the wedding that I'll never see. Blue is for heartaches that she gave to me. Green were those two eyes that stole her away.
I've been up all night and I can't sleep. I've been thinkin' about You and I can't eat. I tried to go outside but it started to rain. And I'm sittin' here in tears, callin' Your name.
Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail. Fisteen cars and fifteen restless riders. Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
Christmas roses to you I'm sending. May they bring the Christmas joy though we're apart. Christmas roses will say I love you as the tender message echoes from my heart.
From up the frozen northland, to the bitter covered clime. Theres a train that comes a rollin' every year at Christmas time. All the kids are in their glory, when the snow begins to fall.
Chattin' with a chick in Chattanooga. The cutest southern belle I've ever seen. Looks just like a dewdrop in the starlight. She's the idol of my dreams.
Pardon me, boy. Is this the Chattanooga choo choo. Track twenty-nine. Boy, you can give me a shine. I can afford. To board a Chattanooga choo choo. I've got my fare.
(The rippling rills the cataract spills the whippoorwill thrills). Take a look at the sky where the whippoorwill thrills. And the mountains so high where the cataract spills.
On days like this we would linger by the ocean. When we would dream as we lay there side by side. I don't know why but one day you got the notion. To sit and watch for the changing of the tide.
A long time ago. In a town in Tennessee. There lived a man. And he was great as he could be. By the sweat of his brow. He earned fortune and fame. Casey Jones was his name.
Have you ever been down to Haiti. When the summer sun was sinkin' low. There's nothing but romance. Just everywhere you glance. . And the native hearts are all aglow.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . (D) I rode your ocean liner to New (EM) foundland,. Where I (BM) made a living in an iron (A) mine.. When I (G) got my fill I went to Nova (A) Scotia,.
Hey pretty mama I'm as blue as the skies above. Hey pretty mama you're the only woman I love. And your daddy's gonna love you but I just can't have you blues.
So the bright lights beckon you again. And took you back and fill your life with sin. I knew they'd never really set you free. I knew again you'd soon be leaving me.
(And that's why there's a Christmas Day). When I was but a youngster Christmas meant one thing. That I'd be getting lots of toys that day. I learned a whole lot different when mother set me down.