Good morning captain, good morning son. Do you need another mule skinner out on your new road line?. . I like working I'm rolling all the time. I can pop my initials on a mule any old time.
Mary grab the baby river's rising. Muddy water's taking back the land. Well this old house it won't take one more beating. Ain't no use to stay and make a stand..
Mother's 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.
Run, oh Molly run, run, oh Molly run. Tenbrooks gonna beat you, bright shinin' sun. To the bright shinin' sun, oh Lord, to the bright shinin' sun. . Tenbrooks was a big bay horse, he wore that shaggy mane.
To me she was a little Angel. Sent down to me from God above. It was on the day that I first met her. Then I told her of my love. . It's mighty dark for me to travel.
It was midnight on the stormy deep. My solitary watch I'd keep. And think of her I'd left behind. And ask if she'd be true and kind. . I never shall forget the day.
[Chorus]. Memories of you, sweetheart, still haunt me so. Everytime I hear your name I almost cry. But, there's just one thing that I want you to know.
Mother left this world of sorrow. Our home was silent and so sad. Dad took sick and had to leave us. I have no home No mother nor dad. . There's a little lonesome grave yard.
There's folks building homes as sweet as can be. They're leveling their yards and planting their trees. But my little hut, I'll just let it be. Lord Jesus, is building a mansion for me.
My people were here long before the others cast their sails to the wind. Before the tears of innocence like a hard rain would desend. My people spread like eagle wings across the mountains and the plains.
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.. The gypsy flies from coast to coast. . Knowing many, loving none,. Bearing sorrow havin' fun,. But back home he'll always run.
A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one night. And went out to find where he was singing. He had to walk quite a ways through a big field. Because the song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the wind.
My Lord and I;. We're gonna' walk and tell the story, children,. My Lord and I;. When I come to the river, wide,. The blessed Lord is gonna'. Calm the tide,.
If I was the last person to know. How you cheated me. Did you think I could let go. Of your betrayal easily. Oh no it went deep. I lost a lot of sleep.
Yeah.... Oh.... . (nothin's gonna stop me this time). (nothin's gonna stop me this time). . (nothin's gonna stop me this time). . Been on the loosing side.
The baby cries I could almost die from lonesome. The late show's gone and the coffee's on I think I reach some. Somewhere out there my love you share but your thoughts are far from home.
I left Garden City Kansas with a ticket and a yen to see New York. I typed eigty words a minute so your corporation let me go to work. I fetch paper clips and coffee even help you dodge your domineering wife.
I hear footsteps in the street below me just an echo in the cold and loenly rayin. And my heart breaks with every step that's taken me. As he walk on out to me at midnight train.