The Stolen Horse

I crossed the line where there's no law and order. Trying to catch up with a desperate man. He fled Arizona for the Mexican border. And the horse he was riding was wearing my brand.

The Red Hill Of Utah

How green are the valleys how tall are the trees. How cool are the rivers how soft is the breeze. If it's just like my dreams then I must go and see. For the Red Hills of Utah are calling me.

The Sad Lover

Oh I'm sad and I'm lonely for my darlin'. And I weep like I never did before. For she's far away from me and I'm dreary as can be. For I'll never see my darlin' anymore.

The Outlaws

The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin'). A harder ridin' bunch of outlaws no one ever saw. I don't recall the lawman that could match or beat the draw.

The Performer

So quickly time overtakes us. And there's so many things left to do. I've tried to say what I wanted to say. In this song that I've written for you. .

The Little Box Of Pine On The 7.29

Dear Warden wrote a mother, how much longer must I wait. Before you send my boy back home to me. She little knew the angels had unlocked the prison gates.

The Master's Touch

Tonight a hand has touched me, was the Master. I thought that in this world it couldn't be. My heart, it paused a moment then beat faster. In the chapel as he gave her love to me.

The Mission In Guadalajara

[ Writer: Lee Emerson]. . Today was to be a day of fun and fiesta. The wedding day of Juan and lovely Vanessa. Inside the chapel only the padre remains.

The Hanging Tree

I came to town to search for gold. And I brought with me a memory. And I seemed to hear the night winds cry. Go hang your dreams on the hanging tree. Your dreams of love that will never be.

The Joy Of Christmas

The fire is burnin' soft and low. There's somethin' special in it's glow. It's the joy of Christmas. Carols humming in the air. Happy feelin's everywhere.

The Hangin' Tree

I came to town to search for gold. And I brought with me a memory. And I seem to hear the night wind cry,. "Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree. Your dreams of love that could never be.

The Green Leaves Of Summer

A time to be reapin'a time to be sowin'. The green leaves of summer are calling me home. It was good to be young then in the season of plenty. When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.

The Hands You're Holding Now

The hands you're holding now, if you remember. Are the very hands that gave you your first rose. They're reachin' out for one last dyin' ember. In the ashes of the love that's lost it's glow.

The Great Speckled Bird

1.What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning a great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded. On the pages of God's Holy Word.. 2. All the other birds are flocking 'round her.

The Great Specled Bird

The First Song That Wasn't The Blues

It's not easy to forget all the heartaches. And the sad songs I have known in the past. Lord, I've heard a line of songs, the kind of songs. That make you want to sing along, but they just don't last.

The Foggy Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor I lived all alone. I worked at the weaver's trade. And the only, only thing I did that was wrong. Was to woo a fair young maid. .

The Convict And The Rose

Within my prison cell so dreary. Alone I sit with weary heart. Thinkin' of my lonely darlin'. From her forever, I must part. . A rose she sent me as a token.

The Dreamer

When I was a young man beginnin' my teens. How well I remember the lickin's I'd get cause I'd dream. My work never finished, barely begun. I couldn't get started till all of my dreamin' was done.

The City

Three years ago she left me in the valley. Said, the city life was what she wanted more. She said, life in the valley was to simple. Excitement was what she wanted more.