Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man. They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand.
Seems I always have to slip around to be with you my dear. Slippin' around afraid we'd might be found. I know I can't forget you and I've got to have you near.
Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat. I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little tune wherever I go.
I'm sitting here staring into space. I don't wanna hear anything you say. You have stolen what I wanted. What I needed you took away. . You were the one I honestly believed.
Some people say a man's made outta mud a poor man's made outta muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones a mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
I'm here to warn you. My line (light) is thinning out. More power to ya. If you've figured it out. So much for dreaming on. So much is going wrong. I need somebody to tell me to lift me up and on.
Yeah everybody comes here to have a ball. If anybody's missin' well we give 'em a call. For we're always happy son of a gun oh lots of fun at the 6-0-1.
Well I pulled outta Pittsburgh a rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard. I got my diesel wound up and she's a runnin' like a never before. There's a speed zone ahead alright I don't see a cop in sight.
Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh,. Rollin' down the Eastern Seaboard.. I've got my diesel wound up,. And she's running like never before.. There's a speed zone ahead, all right,.
The poundin' of the big bustyres in a hot tarline I gotta play another matinee. This old guitar's gettin' worn but not as worn as me but I just keep on singing away.
Silver rails shining ahead through the night one on the left and one on the right. Ribbons of steel leading me on silver rails silver rails carry me home.
No need to tell me where you've been for I know who's in town again. And tonight you saw him secretly oh you've got a short memory. Yes you've got a short memory you don't care how much you hurt me.
Well I met a man in Montgomery Alabama. I was waitin' on a bus he was shinin' shoes and I heard him say. I'm a shoeshine man number one in the land. I'm a shoeshine man make your shine where you stand.
Well, seven lonely days make one lonely week. And seven lonely nights make one lonely me. Ever since the time you told me we were through. . Well, seven lonely days I cried and cried for you.
It's a sunny day outside. Lovely sunny day outside. Happy butterfly outside. I'm locked up inside. . I don't know if I can hear another tale. Of how amazing you can be.
Continued the waiting, tearing at the wing. (I lost a friend). A terrible plaything broken on a swing. (I lost a friend). Kept boxes of old days when you were afraid.
I take a walk down to the shore. And I wonder how much longer Ill sustain these steps. Its been a month since Ive been gone. And its been a month too long since you have graced me with your presence.
Split coconut. Split coconut. Split coconut. Split coconut. . Split coconut. Split coconut. Split coconut. Split coconut. . Split coconut. Split coconut.
To some, I am a blessing, to others, I'm a curse. I'm a writer, not a fighter, I'm a person, not a purse. I may be just an easy touch and taken for much more.
Shouldn't have took more than you gave. Then we wouldn't be in this mess today. I know we've all got different ways. But the dues we've got to pay are still the same.