The longest train I ever saw. Went down that Georgia line. The engine passed at six o'clock. And the cab passed by at nine. . In the pines, in the pines.
High on that lonesome road to heaven's blessed abode. For many years I was burdened with care. So often lightening flashed and raging billows dashed. My sorrow then was so heavy to bear.
If I was a gambler. I tell you what I'd do. I'd quit my gambling. And I'd work on the building too. . I'm a working on building. I'm a working on building.
I'm beggin' to you and I want to go with you. You're breakin' my heart as you say goodbye. I hope and I pray we'll soon be together. My heart is so full it's hard not to cry.
I'm waiting at the gate looking for my ride. Soon to take me to my home on high. Angel bands a coming From the other side. I don't want to be late I'm waiting at the gate.
Oh, I was lost in the darkness and I wandered astray. With no one to help me along on my way. Until I heard Jesus callin', sayin' come unto me. And I'm travelin' on and on.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill. He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low. I'm so lonesome, I could cry. . I've never seen a night so long.
I'm sitting on top of the world. Just rollin' along, just rollin' along. . And I'm quittin' the blues of the world. Just singin' a song, just singin' a song.
I wish I was in the Southland sitting in a chair. With one arm around my old guitar. And the other one around my dear. . I'm rolling on (I'm rolling on).
Back in the days of my childhood. In the evening when everything was still. I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds. With my dad in the old Kentucky hills.
Back in the days of my childhood. In the evening when everything was still. I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds. With my dad in the old Kentucky hills.
I'm old Kentucky bound. . Some where among the hills of old Kentucky. There's two old folks I love with all my heart. They're praying for their boy to come back safely.
I'm going back to old Kentucky. There to see my Linda Lou. I'm going back to old Kentucky. Where the skies are always blue. . When I left old Kentucky.
I'm going down this lonesome road. To see my fate or victory. God must help us there to win. I'm coming back but I don't know when. . I hate to leave my mother dear.
The lonesome sigh of a train goin' by. Makes me want to stop and cry. I recall the day, it took you away. I'm blue, I'm lonesome too. . When I hear that whistle blow.
I'll meet you in the morning by the bright riverside. When all sorrow has drifted away. I'll be standin' at the portals when the gates open wide. At the close of life's long weary day.
On Sunday, when the church bells start ringin'. They're ringin' for you and for me. Let's all kneel down at the altar. And pray that our souls might be free.
1. Tonight I'm sad, my heart is weary,. Wond'ring if I'm wrong or right,. To think about you, though you left me,. I wonder where you are tonight.. . cho: The rain is cold and slowly falling,.
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free. I wish I could break all the chains holding me. I wish I could say all the things that I should say. Say 'em loud, say 'em clear for the whole round world to hear.
I left my old home in the mountains. And the only friends I ever had. And while I rambled this world over. My heart felt so lonely and sad. . I'm going back to the old home.