Me and my dad. We've got a good thing going. Fishing trips, the hard way's the best. Man-to-man talks, when the going gets tough. The tough get going.
It could have been a million years ago or maybe yesterday. I crawled out of this wilderness, a debt I had to pay. I must have tipped the scales somewhere way back.
They say that I'm a loner. They say that I'm a stooge. But all I've ever wanted. Was back in baton rouge. We'd paddle up the river. Go fishin' in a stream.
Sittin' alone in my cold prison cell. Watchin the sinkin' sun. My trial on earth is over now. But my main trial is yet to come. . My main trial is yet to come oh Lord.
Mothers not dead, she's only a sleeping. Just patiently waiting for Jesus to come. The birds will be singing while Mother is sleeping. They will sing o'er as the grave sinks away.
As a boy I learned of Jesus. With my mother here at home. Gathered there around the fireside. Mother taught us right from wrong. . Happy days I still remember.
One night while the moon from heaven was shining. My mother was praying for me to come home. She asked her dear lord watch o'er me out yonder. To send me back home to never more roam.
No matter what I say or do you're never satisfied. I've tried and tried so many times I'm leavin you now good bye. . I'm ridin on that midnight train my head's a hangin low.
We were wed in the hills of ol' Virginia. We were happy there together all alone. But I strayed away from my darlin. Through this dark and stormy night I'm goin home.
On a dark stormy night the angels called mother. The love that we shred for such a short while. She called us around and told us she's leaving. Then closing her eyes she went with a smile.
On a dark stormy night the angels called mother. The love that we had shared for such a short while. She called us around and said she was leaving. Then closing her eyes, she went with a smile.
Meet me by the moonlight love meet me. Meet me by the moonlight alone alone. I have a sad story to tell you. All down by the moonlight alone. . I've always loved you my darling.
Well I wandered way back in the mountains. I was searching for fortune and fame. I found where the water runs deep from the hills. They call it the medicine springs.
In a quiet country village stood a maple on the hill. Where I sat with my Geneva long ago. As the stars were shining brightly we could hear the whippoorwill.
I was watching the moments go by. Knew one day that the feeling would come through. Leaving once has turned tame wild. Now I can't stop again, no. Be forever my true best friend.
Three men on the mountain. Up on Calvary. And the Man in the middle was Jesus. He died for you and me. . Well the man on the left was a sinnin man. Tied to the cross, he bled.
I can not stop watchin' your face. I'd like to leave but I'm under your spell. strangers in the night tryin' to get it right. headin' for some time together.
If you like to wear your jeans so that they hug you tight (hug you tight!). You spend an hour before class to get your hair just right (hair just right!).
My Sweet Wyoming Home. by Bill Staines. There's a silence on the prairie. That a man can't help but feel;. There a shadow growing longer now,. And nipping at my heels..
Born in April 1983. Still good, and they'll see. Grew in the big mill downtown neighborhood. (Who'd was this? In a good mood). . The first time I went on the stage.