Safe In The Arms Of Jesus

Safe in the arms of Jesus safe on his gentle breast. There by his love o'ershaded sweetly my soul shall rest. . Hark 'tis the voice of angels born in a song to me.

Stay With Me

Some Lonely Picker

She Believes In Me

Seing Is Believing

Sweet Rowena

Sell The House

Sally!

Stick Around

I can make you a believer in fate. Divine intervention and signs of the sun. You came to me not a moment too late. With death at my door and time on the run.

She Sang The Red River Valley

At General Delivery she picks up her mail. Her momma says Johnny just got out of jail. She hopes he don't know where she's at. How could she have ever loved that kind of cat.

Sixgun

Sadie got a six gun. She ain't afraid to use it. The banker took us straight down. To the safe and I blew it. The sheriff heard a big bang. In the broad daylight.

Seven Nights In Eire

The first pub we could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane. A Virgin flight to Shannon town the day it didn't rain. The laughin' eyes of Ireland sparklin' blue and green.

Set Me Free

Set me free, set me free. I need a little more room to breathe. And the freedom to do what I please. Mama set me free. . Set me free, set me free. Let me see what I can see.

Stalled

The giant of Illinois. Died from a blister on his toe. After walking all day through the first winter's snow. . Throwing bits of stale bread to the last speckled doves.

Sleepy

I woke up from a sound sleep. They were all around me. Their black eyes shone. Small polished stones. I found I couldn't move. They took me through the roofs.

Song And Dance Man

I was a paperboy back when there was paperboys. But stores and record shops. I made the conver but I can't pay the bank. What's more important is building a brand.

Sweet Baby Jesus

A child like face through a crown of thorns. A child shall lead them a child is born. In a Bethlehem stable where Mary gave birth. In the cradle, the hope of the Earth.

She Used To Sing On Sunday

She used to sing on Sunday. (Oh Victory And Jesus). In her robe of spotless white. Mama smiling on the third row. 'Cause she knew her baby?d sing it right.

Scary Old World

Baby,it's a scary old world we're livin' in. Sometimes it's hard to tell who's really your friend. But there's not much that I'm sure of but one thing's the Gospel truth.

Southside Of Lonesome

It's so nice of you to call. To check on me today. It's ironic 'cause after all. You left me this way. . You say feel a whole lot better. If I'd at least pick up the phone.