Monday I...from Pennsylvania. Swapped it for a load of long horns in for work. Wednesday I slept 'til noon. Parked outside a Houston breezy spoon. . Here it takes it's hot salt south to Albuquerque.
I see this child at his mothers breast. All my life I've been pushing away. Pulled away too soon from the tenderness. And the shoulders of my soul they are so tired today.
I could count the minutes. I could count the days. What's the use in counting?. You're gonna go anyway. Always knew you could. . Be like the star in a western sky.
Driving rain, narrow shoulder. Break down lane, marching forward. Gone where I do not know. One eye on the open road. Stepping out in the great unknown with a highway halo.
Party of the century, no cops allowed. Just me and seven hundred others. Come on, join the crowd. . We got wine, whiskey, women and guns. How can you afford to not be having any fun.
Ours to never learn the beginning of it all,. Keeping you alone; almost-overheard voices that had gone. As far as they could go were ready to return,.
Mother to our people. She still got some things to prove. Pressed to find a reason. You know, I could name a few. But sometimes I want a baby. And oh, what can I do.
How does the scar forgive the knife?. How does the pride forget the fight?. The one that laid it down so low. The one still throwing tall shadows. . Tell me, tell me..
I got a hep cat baby from a sweetie pie. A hep cat mama and that's no lie. When we go dancing on a Saturday night. She say's "real gone" and she holds me tight.
When you're standing in the kitchen late at night. Nobody's there to hold you tight. When you're looking for the sun. Hey run. Yeah run. . When your best friend won't talk to you.
When I was a baby, my sweet momma told me. Go around this world and see all that you can see. Find a good woman, get a job and settle down. But I could not stay away from the lights of town.
Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains. Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain. A silent society moves out in the night.
Dreamed aboutcha last night baby. Well you were lookin' for your man. And my heart said I had to tell you. Baby here I am. And I don't look much like Prince Charming.
[Chorus:]. Hey Baby. don't you cry. I'm gonna wipe those little. teardrops dry. . Hey baby. don't be sad. I know he hurt you. but it. ain't so bad. . You won't ever have to be alone again.
It comes from Mississippi, and down in Alabam'. Creepin' like a fever all across the land. From deep in the Delta on the Louisiana shore. The people got to have it, they want to hear some more.
Life is like a mountain railway. With an engineer that's brave. We must make the run successful. From the cradle to the grave. Watch for curves and hills and valleys.
What will become of the working man, With honest sweat on his brow. Is the nation that raised him to build it, gonna turn its back on him now. Take away his pride and dignity, give his job to some foreign land.
Way down in Harlan County. On a cold and lonesome night. A tormented man with a gun in his hand. Went searching for his wife. . When he found her in another's arms.