On an ocean of dreams I have wandered it seems. Just wanderin', wanderin' on. Since I found the note, sweetheart that you wrote. Just saying that you had really gone.
Walking the last mile so weary and slow. It leads to the gallows from where I don't know. One step every minute each minute seems as a year. This parting is bitter when no friend is near.
All around the water tank waiting for a train. A thousand miles away from home sleeping in the rain. I walked up to a brakeman gave him a line of talk.
WRECK OF THE OLD '97. Traditiuonal. . They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven You must put her in Spencer on time" Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll" It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville In a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade where he lost his airbrakes So you see what a jump he made He was goin' down grade makin' ninety miles an hour And his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle And scalded to death by the steam Now, ladies, you must all take warning From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return.
I get the world's greatest feelin' just knowing that you're mine.. And knowing I'm your lover and your friend.. All I have to do is think of you and it happens every time..
WON'T YOU RIDE IN MY LITTLE RED WAGON. Writer Rex Griffin. . Won't you ride in my little red wagon. I'd love to pull you down the street. I'll bet all the kids will be jealous.
You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you. You asked me not to call you on the phone. But there's something I'm wanting to tell you. So I wrote it in the words of this song.
I'll tell you 'bout my night on shore if you will lend an ear. I stepped into a cabaret to get myself a beer. A pretty girl sat all alone and needed company.
WHO LEFT THE DOOR TO HEAVEN OPEN. Writer TOMAS KINSER. . Someone must have known that I was lonely. That's why they sent you to me from above. I know someone must have heard me crying.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
Every room seems empty now since she's gone away. The music of her laughter is a thing of yesterday. The patter of her footsteps when she'd meet me at the door.
WHERE IS YOUR HEART TONIGHT. (Boudleaux Bryant - Benny Martin - Robert Castellow). '51 Acuff-Rose Music. . Where is your heart tonight you look at me with eyes that do not see.
Your love's a light you know that sets my heart aglow. But my heart grows cold when your love burns low. So let your love burn bright keep my heart's light aglow.
When you're lovin' and you're livin' there's a smile upon your face. You'll sing louder and you're prouder you belong to the human race. You'll be spritely goin' nightly at the age of ninety-five.
WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN. Writers Katherine E. Pruvis, James M. Black. . Oh, when the saints go marching in (2x) I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Oh, when the sun, refuses to shine (2x) I still, want to be in that number When the sun refuses to shine Oh, when the saints go marching in (2x) I'm going to sing aloud and thunder Oh, when the saints go marching in (Bridge) Oh, when the saints go marching in (2x) Yes, I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Oh, when the saints go marching in (2x) I still want to be in that number When the saints go marching in (Solo).
WHEN MY BLUE MOON TURNS TO GOLD AGAIN. Writers Wiley Walker, Gene Sullivan. . When my blue moon turns to gold again, When the rainbow turns the clouds away, When my blue moon turns to gold again, You'll be back in my arms to stay Memories that linger in my heart. Memories that make my heart grow cold, But someday they'll live again, sweetheart, And my blue moon again will turn to gold The lips that used to thrill me so. Your kisses were meant for only me. In my dreams they live again, sweetheart, But my blue moon is just a memory The castles we used to build together Were the sweetest stories ever told. Maybe we will live them all again, And my blue moon again will turn to gold..
WHEN GOD DIPS HIS LOVE IN MY HEART. (Cleavant Derricks - W.S. Stevenson). '56 Palace Music. . When God dips his pen of love in my heart. And writes my soul a message he wants me to know.
WHAT'S MADE MILWAUKEE FAMOUS (HAD MADE A LOSER OUT OF ME). (Glenn Sutton). '68 Al Gallico Music. . It's late and she's waiting and I know I should go home.
What will I do next Monday after you've left me alone. What will I do next Monday with no one to call my own. Church bells will ring next Sunday on your wedding day.