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.
It was early in the fall and a blowin' up a squall. From the trestle you could hear the weirdest moans. With a mighty lonesome cry came a whistle from the sky.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
Have you ever heard a love song that you didn't understand. Were you ever in a teahouse on the Island of Japan. And have you ever traveled over many thousand miles.
I thought I was a gambler. Broke ev'ry shark in town. Until I met a rounder. Who called all I put down. We laid the cards on the table. He drew an ace high hand.
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland. Then maybe at the closing of the day. You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh. And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.
I loved a gal who invented kissin', I don't recall her name. But I do believe that gal should sit high up in the hall of fame. Until she came along just think what we were missin'.
Livin' on a bloody street. Watch the bullets fly by me. as you get your drugs for your disease. . Livin' on a bloody street. Watch the bullets fly by me.
gotta buy my paw a truck. cause he got totally too fucked up. He got so drunk he got in a fight. and then he stole my redneck ride. . I gotta buy my paw a truck.
Well down the Mississippi highway. into New Orleans. I said everything is going ok. . I got my hillbilly ride. and my gal by my side. and we're doing it all the way.
I've been all around Gutter Town. Looking for a better frown. Beating on misery's door.. . Looking high and looking low. I guess I'm one of those lost souls.