Words & Music by Hank Snow. . Old Father Time has seen a million, million hearts. Break with pain down the highway of years.. I never dreamed that the love I thought was true.
Listen folks and I will tell a funny story. You may think it sad but I was in my glory. 'Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin. On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.
The next voice you hear will be your conscience. As you lie awake and try so hard to sleep. And your unfaithful heart will have to listen. To those shabby little secrets you keep.
Written and recorded by Hank Snow. . Let me tell you a sad but true story. Let it be an example to man. How I tore down the world of my sweetheart. She was known as The Blue Velvet Band.
Written by Leiber - Stoller - Wheeler. Recorded by Hank Snow. . The cowboy was drunk and braggin'. He told her he had a wagon. A wagon filled up with gold that he'd stole.
Written and Recorded by Hank Snow. . The Law Of Love has ruled again, dear,. You said goodbye and went your way.. In chains of sorrow you have bound me,.
In the Dodge City Yards of the Santa Fe. Stood a freight made up for the east. And the engineer with his oil and waste. Was groomin' the great iron beast.
One dark and stormy night while riding down the line. Railroad Bill, the engineer said, "Boy, well have to fly". Weve got to be on time to meet old Number Four.
Words & Music by Hank Snow. . Did I commit the greatest sin,. Was it on my wedding day,. I married someone else not you?. I I thougt I'd spied you there that day..
Recorded by: Hank Snow. Written by Tony Austin. . [C] The Warden made a comment. That the Governor sure does write a pretty [D] hand. As he [G] handed me the paper.
Oh, the gold rush is over so honey bye bye. Stake out your claim now on some other guy. I've wined you and dined you till my money is gone. But the gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on.
Down in old southern Texas I wandered one day. Where the tropical sea breezes blow. I there fell in love with a flower so rare. And they called her the Galveston rose.
Recorded by Hank Snow. Author - Hugh Antoine D'Arcy. . 'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there. Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom on the corner of the square.
Recorded by Hank Snow. Written by Frank Rose. . You promised to love me to the end of the world. And I built a world just for two;. Now I'm alone at the end of the world.
I like to color with my crayons. I like to play with bloody tampons. I like to play with my G I Joes. I am always pimpin the hoes. Barney is my favorite show.
In an old dusty attic of a tenement house. I happened to wander one day. And there on the rafters 'neath shavings and chips. A drunkard's poor little boy lay.
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,. Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,. Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,. Saturday, what a day,. Groovin' all week with you.. . These days are ours.
The days are long, I'm a-weary I ain't sayin' a word. The days are long, I'm a-weary I ain't sayin' a word. You left me blue as night. Blues all round my head (I sure miss you, honey).
The black smokestack was barking. The steam made them pistons groan. And behind that screaming whistle. You could hear that engine moan. The train was reeling and rocking.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . A cowboy with his sweetheart stood beneath a starlit sky. Tomorrow he was leaving for the lonesome prairie wide. She said "I'll be your lovingbride when you return someday".