I'm not in your town to stay said a lady old and gray. To the warden of the penitentiary. I'm not in your town to stay and I'll soon be on my way. I'm just here to get my baby out of jail.
One day the blessed Saviour brought sweet romance to my heart. And gently whispered love to me. He said we'll dwell together and would never ever part.
In the days of Noah just before the flood. When the wicked had all forgotten God. Brother Noah, built a boat which above God's wrath did float. And the people saw that they were made of mud.
I'm glad I got to see you once again. Although we're through I still love you. I guess I'll have to call you just a friend. 'Cause someone new has just stepped in.
Words & Music by Hank Snow. . I never shall forget the day. I heard my dear old mother say. "I'm leaving now the old home dear,. remember Jack your mother's prayer"..
We're traveling down two different roads in world so far apart. You want me yet there's something else before me in your heart. You're wanting me to change my life the way you're living yours.
Tonight I'm sad, my heart is weary. I'm wond'ring if I'm wrong or right. Altho' you've gone and found another. I wonder where you are tonight. . (Chorus).
Some folks like to wish upon a little silver star. Others wish upon that big old moon. If you want to make a wish and have that wish come true. Let me tell you, I should know because one night in June.
I wish my heart could talk to you like I do every night. When we're apart you know it's true I love you every night. You'd come running back and never leave me feeling blue.
Somewhere a telephone is ringing right now. Someone's old sweetheart is on the line. She's calling to patch up an old love affair. Oh I wish it was mine.
I went to your wedding although' I was dreading the thought of losing you. The organ was playing, my poor heart kept saying Your dreams, your dreams are thru.
Written by Joe Babcock. Recorded by Hank Snow. . I was born in Macon Georgia they kept my dad in the Macon jail. Dad said son if you keep your hands clean.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . I traded my saddle for a rifle and left to join the troubled shore. I hung my guitar in the attic and laid away my forty four.
Once I lived a life of wine and roses. And I drank a lot back then for one concern. Success for me lay just around the corner. I thought my social friends would help me make the turn.
(I see Jesus standing waiting for me). Once a man named Steven preached about the Lord. Folks were saved then folks were healed as they heard his word.
Last night I dreamed an angel came he took my hand he called my name. He bid me look the upward way, I saw a man... I heard him say. He said if I'd be lifted up I'll draw all men to me.
How many arms have held you and hated to let you go. How many how many I wonder but I really don't want to know. How many lips have kissed you and set your soul aglow.
One morning as I rambled down by the sea shore. The wind it did whistle and the waters did roar. I heard of fair maiden make a pitiful sound. It sounded so lonesome in the waters around.
Standing in the moonlight by the old garden gate. Nellie, my darlin', I know you will wait. Wait for me, dearest, he said in tears. Then I'll be your sweetheart through all the long years.
Who do you think you are?. And tell me who do you take me for. You're making rules up as we go. . Last call, I'm outta here. My magic trick, I disappear.