Hey,boys take me back. I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac. Hey, boys take me back. I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.. . Took Geronimo way down south.
The whistle blows and it's been eight hours. I'm heading home gonna grab a shower. The boys ask me what I'm gonna do. Don't need a party crowd to start me drinking.
Some people say I'm a no count others say I'm no good. But I'm just a natural born travelin' man I'm doin' what I think I should poor boy. I'm doin' what I think I should.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
I'm sorry if I left you without sayin' goodbye.. Didn't think you'd understand the reasons why.. By the time you read my letter, I'll be crossing that line,.
Well, we'd all had to wake up. For the birth of our Lord. My folks and my brother in an '82 Ford. We pulled in a drive-way filled up with cars. Old aunts and old uncles, Lord, I see stars.
Another Sunday on the corner of the neighborhood. Leavin' worries right where they lie. I'm just peelin' off the labels and I'm feelin' good. A-watchin' all as life goes by.
We used to run around skippin' school and drinkin' beerOne drink and the good lord would get us out of hereBut now those days are gone, and everything has changedIt's all been turned around, everybody's rearranged.
There's a girl downtown with freckles on her nose Pencils in her pocket and ketchup on her clothes She's a real nice girl, pretty as a plate The boys call her Katie when they ask her on a date And who knows Katie?.
Gypsy feet will wander Gypsy feet will stray. Neither love nor thunder can ever make them stay. I can't tame a heart so wild like a jungle drum it beats.
Written by Jimmie Rodgers. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues. Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues.
A time to be reaping a time to be sowing. The green leaves of summer are calling me home. It was good to be young then in the season of plenty. When the catfish are jumping as high as the sky.
Walking with my honey down by the water. Green green green. Spring is in the air but we're doin' what we order. I'm just a poor boy she's the banker's daughter.
(It's good to touch the green green grass of home). The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
Words & Music by C. E. Snow. . You're a tired buckeroo little pal,. You've been ridin' hard all day little pal,. Soon the sandman will be callin'. As the twilight shadows fall.
Gonna find me a bluebird let him sing me a song. Cause my heart's been broken much too long. Gonna chase me a rainbow through a heaven of blue. Cause I'm all through crying over you.
From ol' Montana down to Alabama. I've been before and I'll travel again. You triflin' women can't keep a good man down. You dealt the cards but you missed the play.
I hate to see night shadows fall. I hate to see a moon above. For it brings me dreams of days gone by. . When my darling, Lola Lee. Strolled along the shore with me.
In a class room at the grade school just before the Holidays. Boys and girls were writing notes to Santa far away. Except a lad who sat alone his paper put away.
Glory hallujah we are marching on. (As we sing this song and it won't be long). The man of Galilee will set us everyone free. So get in the gloryland march.