Words & Music by Hank Snow. . A pale little boy lay there helpless. On the prairie at the close of the day.. "I've been shot in the breast, sir, please help me".
THERE'S A LITTLE BOX OF PINE ON THE 7:29. (George Brown - Dette Lee). '58 Shapiro-Bernstein Co. . A mother wrote a Warden, how much longer must I wait.
THERE WASN'T AN ORGAN AT OUR WEDDING. (Leon Payne). '52 Acuff-Rose Music. . There wasn't an organ at our wedding. The month was August instead of June.
There wasn't an organ at our wedding. The month was August instead of June. On your pretty hand no golden wedding band. You didn't even have a honeymoon.
(There goes my everything). I hear footsteps slowly walking as they gently walk across a lonely floor. And a voice is softly saying darling this will be goodbye forever more.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . C F. I saw you last night, again, darlin'. C G7. And you seemed just as lovely to me. C F. I watched as you danced with a stranger.
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia. Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time. This is not 38, but it's old 97. You must put her in Spencer on time".
THE WRECK OF THE NO. 9. (Writer Carson J. Robison). '60 MCA Music. . On a cold winter's night not a star was in sight. And the north wind came howling down the line.
Oh, you can't be mislead by a name it is said. You can't judge a book by it's cover. And how one can tell what is down in a well. Is a thing I have yet to discover.
She was a young and pretty Coleman county farm girl. Never been more than fifty miles from home. I was just a drifter I was living off the land. Spent the summer on her daddy's farm.
I won my lips at the county fair. A thousand years ago. They're made of glass, but they get the job done. And they shudder at the sound of your name. .
Boys I was born in Texas State. Many years ago. I've rode on every range and plain. There's no place I don't know. . I love to swing the lariat. That's all I'll ever do.
I'm so lonely since you said goodbye. There's no stars left to shine up above. And my heart aches with pain though it's aching in vain. For the sun has gone down on our love.
A long steel rail and a short crosstie. I'm on my way back home. I'm on the train, the king of them all. The Streamlined Cannonball. . (Chorus). Oh, she drives along like a cannonball.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;. The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;. Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,.
Written by Johnny McRae. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Rough him up and shove him down. Make him cry when he comes 'round. Treat him any way you want. After all he's just runt, just a little runt.
Welcome all you children, give a listen to me. Let me tell you about a new boogie beat. There's no hesitation and it's sweepin' the nation. It's the rhumba boogie done the South American way.
Words and Music by Hank Snow. . This old train is speeding southbound and her whistle moans the blues;. And my heart's as cold as the ice and snow that fills these walkin' shoes..
Kind friends you have heard the story,. And the song called Twenty One Years,. All of how two lovers parted,. Of their sorrow, pain and tears.. . I am another who's heartbroken,.
Written by Harlan Goward. Recorde by Hank Snow. . I got a letter from the court this morning,. filled with big wordslawyers seem to use. They say tat you have cused me of neglect,dear,And with trembling hand I.