Everybody has a gift that's given to them. When they come into this life. Something they can do better than others. And never really have to try. For the longest time I didn't know what I was born to do.
Far across the deep blue water lives an old German's daughter. On the banks of the old river Rhine. Where I loved her and left her and I can't forget her.
By townes van zandt. . I decided to improve my social station. I joined a fraternity organisation. Tucked in my shirt. Signed on the line. Right away they said about to improve my mind.
Why does she sing these sad songs for me. I'm not the one to tenderly bring her soft sympathy. I've just begun to see my way clear, it's plain if I stop I will fall.
Days full of rain, skys comin' down again. I get so tired of these same old blues, same old song. Baby, it won't be long 'fore I be tyin' on. . My flyin' shoes, flyin' shoes.
Well, along come the FFV the swiftest on the line. Running long the C&O road 20 min behind. Running in the Subhill Headquaters on the line. Receivin' their strict orders from a station just behind.
Well the drunken clown's still hanging 'round. But it plain the laughter's all died down. The tears you tried so hard to hide. Are flowin'. . And a blind man with his knife in hand.
There's a farmer into night school. Playing on family sand. There's a lowrider down in Espanyol. And he's tearing up the government's land. . There's a string quartet recital.
Wir ritten auf riesigen Steppen. den Hintern uns rot und wund.. Und abends dann hauten die Deppen. sich auch noch die Schnauzen wund.. Doch zwischen den ganzen Idioten.
Left the cold and rain behind, I drove out west to Memphis. South across the Mississippi line, I rolled my window down. Big river runnin' on my right, turtles on the banks a walkin'.
The seeds of this war were sewn in our father's time. And every bomb will plant some more fear and hate. Let's break this chain of history before it gets too late.
There's a tale they tell down in old Wolf County. Of a murderous husband and his family of three. One day a neighbor from over the hill. He found them dead in the cabin it was so deathly still.
When I first came to Louisville, my fortune there to find. There was a maiden there from Lexington, was pleasing to my mind. Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips like arrows pierced my breast.
I live in five rooms, but they don't feel like home. Since our dreams are shattered by two hearts made of stone. Sittin' in the livin' room don't feel like livin' to me.
At the end of the summer there's a couple of days. Before the weather starts shiftin' and changin' it's ways. The winds blow so gently on the things lovers do.
Few are chosen, few ever see the light of day. Through the eye of the needle one or two will make their way. We're all searching for the same thing, a little hope one single ray.
We have our moods sometimes we might get out of synch. We might even have a fight if we have to much to drink. I guess she has her own shape and I know I must have mine.
Family history, I don't know too much, family history, I don't keep in touch. With my mother and father quite like I want to do. There's some family history, I'd rather not go lookin' through.
Lady Margaret was standing in her own room door. A comb in her long yellow hair. When who did she spy but Sweet William and his bride. As to the church yard they drew near.
Im starving for something and it aint you touch. Baby baby baby too hungty to ugh. Im starving for something and it aint you touch. Baby baby baby too hungry to ugh.