At the close of the day when the sun sinks away below the western sea. Then I'll seek my rest in a little love nest built for Carrie Anita and me. A big mora's chair awaits for me there beside a bright log fire.
Tonight as I lay on a boxcar just waiting for a train to pass by. What will become of the hobo whenever his time comes to die. Has the Master up yonder in heaven got a place that we might call our home.
Riding on an east bound freight train. Speeding through the night. Hobo Bill, a railroad bum. Was fighting for his life. . The sadness of his eyes revealed.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . As the night softly fell down upon the old corral. And the moon into the blue sky made its way. Not a sound could be heard but the song of some wild bird.
His hands paint the flowers he puts leaves on the trees. At his whisper birds start singing when my heart needs melodies. Why I strayed from all his goodness my poor mind can't understand.
You put your heart upon an auction block and sold it. Selfish greed and envy were the auctioneers. The highest bidder won your heart but he can't hold it.
Well, look who's coming through the door. I think we've met somewhere before. Hello love, hello love. . Where in the world have you been so long?. I've missed you so since you've been gone.
Words and Music by Hank Snow. . I've been lonely and so heartsick for you darling. Since the might I said that it must be goodbye,. Now that I broke your heart and left you lonely.
A cowboy return to the scene of his childhood to his sweetheart of long long ago. But today he return she was wed to another tells the story of heartbreak and woe.
If when you give the best of your service. Telling the world that the Saviour has come. Be not dismayed when men don't believe you. He'll understand and say well done.
I loved you before you met him. And I loved you even after you were wed. I told you I'd never forget you. That I'd be here when his love was dead. . Now you're back in my arms and I'm happy.
I'm handcuffed to the only love I knew. Yet I never committed any crime. Like a prisoner alone in his cell. I'm hundcuffed to the love I've thought was mine.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God, I know I'm one. . My mother was a tailor.
I love to. Shave my hair. I think it's cool under there. It's an under cut. On top of my head. If you like it, do that too. . I like you. With your hair.
I went honky tonkin'. last Saturday night. Dancin' and prancin'. beneath the neon lights. Pocket full of silver. and not a care in the world. Havin' fun and flirtin'.
Well hey there mister man,. what's that you say. Well you don't like our style. and you say that we're out of date. . With a little bit of hellbilly country music.
Well I'm cruisin' all alone,. just a singing my poor song. . I've seen them hard hard times,. but thats my kind of life. . I like it most the time,. when I'm drunk and feeling high.
I went honky tonkin' last Saturday night. Dancin' and prancin' beneath the neon lights. Pocket full of silver and not a care in the world. Havin' fun and flirtin' with them honky tonk girls.
Well, hey there, mister man. What's that you say?. Well, you don't like our style. And you say that we're out of date. . With a little bit of Hellbilly country music.
Well, I'm cruisin' all alone. Just a singing my poor song. I've seen them hard hard times. But that's my kind of life. . I like it most the time. When I'm drunk and feeling high.