Written by Marty Stuart. . 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.
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 wanna hear some more.
As I look at the valleys down below. They are green just as far as I can see. As my memories return, oh how my heart did yearn. For you and the days that used to be.
Hey porter, hey porter, would you tell me the time?. How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line?. When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell?.
Written by Marty Stuart and Paul Kennerley. . 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.
Written by Marty Stuart and Rivers Rutherford. . Dreamed aboutcha last night baby. Well you were lookin' for your man. And my heart said I had to tell you.
I ain't afraid of your bad mouth gun. You can shoot and run any time, babe. I'll survive in the ice cold stare. That you learned to wear so unkindly. .
Written by Marty Stuart. . 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.
Written by Marty Stuart and Kostas. . Your heart's changing, our love is growing cold. Something tells me I'll be moving on. Some day, you'll see. just what you did to me.
V1. . Four years ago we were just kids,. Four years today, were kids with dreams,. And hopes of better things,. You could never see. With a little motivation,.
I lived beyond my fears. . Until my years. . Have withered me, delivered me. . Divinity and you'll. Never catch me on my knees. . Ride upon my horse so mighty.
About 5 years been hanging with this fool. The vibe was down everything was cool.. 420 buddy most our times were nutty. I guess over time our friends get funny.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Something wicked your way comes from. what I hear can I smell fear in the atmosphere of. Music. Tell me what the hell for 'cause we rock.
Whats up homies!. . Started out as a high school reject,. nothing much was expected from me,. my mistakes, i recollect,. i didn't care in retrospect!.
I'm wide awake, I'm on my feet. Another night with no sleep. So we march to the beat. . Prepare, attack, we will. Never look back; dropping. Bombs on the heads of those.
How deep the Father's love for us,. How vast beyond all measure. That He should give His only Son. And make a wretch His treasure. . How great the pain of searing loss,.
Verse 1: Hear the call of the Kingdom. Lift your eyes to the King. Let His song rise within you. As a fragrant offering. Of how God rich in mercy. Came in Christ to redeem.
Well I don't feel better. When I'm fucking around. And I don't write better. When I'm stuck in the ground. . So don't teach me a lesson. 'Cause I've already learned.
Whether you're in L.A.,. Sunny laid back L.A.. Whether you're in New York,. Comfort 'round your block.. Whether you're in the U.K.,. Where the sky is dark.
Whether you're in L.A., sunny laid back L.A. Whether you're in New York, comfort 'round your block. Whether you're in the U.K., where the sky is dark.