Go son, go down to the water. And see the women weeping there. Then go up into the mountains. The men, they are weeping too. . Father, why are all the women weeping?.
Tell me how long's the train been gone?. Tell me how long's the train been gone?. And was she there? And was she there?. Tell me how long's the train been gone?.
Our time is done my love. We've laid it all to waste. One thousand moonlit kisses. can't sweeten this bitter taste. My desire for you is endless. and I'll love you 'till we fall.
I married my wife on the day of the eclipse. Our friends awarded her courage with gifts. Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts. I look to my sorrowful wife.
Guitar thug blew into town. His eyes like wheels, spinnin' round. Jerkin' off at every sound. Layin' all his crosses down, oh yeah. . He got six strings.
As I walk these narrow streets. Where a million passin feet have trod before me. With my guitar in my hand. Suddenly I realize nobody knows me. . Where yesterday the multitude.
Come sail your ships around me. And burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby. Every time you come around. . Come loose your dogs upon me.
The moon is in the gutter. And the stars wash down the sink. I am the king of the blues. I scape the clay off my shoes. And wade down the gutter, gutter and the moon.
Todo comenzo cuando vinieron a sacarme de casa. Y me pusieron en la cuerda. De lo cual estoy muy cerca de ser del todo inocente, tu sabes. Y lo dire nuevamente.
And they came, took me from my home. Put me in Dead Row. Of which I am nearly wholly innocent. I'll say again, I am afraid to die. . I began to warm and chill.
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed. Wondering what to do. With a lump of wood and a piece of wire. And a little pot of glue. Oh mama, oh mama. . He sawed at the wood with half a heart.
It was the dirty end of winter. Along the loom of the land. When I walked with sweet Sally. Hand upon hand. . And the wind it bit bitter. For a boy of no means.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O poor Mary Bellows. . She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor.
I set out on Monday. The night was cold and vast. My brother slept. I left quite quietly. My father raged and raged. My mother wept. . My life was like a river.
One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man. One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man. One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man is gone.
One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man. One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man. One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man is gone.
One more land gone. One more land gone. One more land.... . One more land gone. One more land gone. One more land is gone.... . The Good Hun rode into the fields.
I, cigarette fingers. puff and poke. puff and poking the smoke. touches the ground. . You, your lungs and your wrists. they throb like trains. choo choo choo.
Inanimational items elude I, and. In-an-emotional-motion I swallow my. Motive of quicker location is slammed. my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin.
I live in a town called Millhaven. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.