High On Love. (Brad Cotter/Rick Giles/Steve Bogard). . We'd be sittin' there in church. In a world of our own. With our glazed over eyes. Lookin' like we were stoned.
Hard To Be A Rock. (Brad Cotter/Rick Giles/Steve Bogard). . Sometimes it's hard to be a rock and show the world you're strong.. When your barley gettin' by but your the one their countin' on.
You're a human thing. You're a human thing. Who yah think that you're foolin'?. Who yah think that you're foolin'?. You're not foolin', not foolin' me.
Oh there is a house in New Orleans.. They call the Rising Sun.. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls. And God I know I'm one.. . My mother, she was a tailor, yeah yeah.
Hello love, my old friend. Sure is good to see you again. I stood out on the road. Just a watchin' the cars, they come and they go. . I felt empty, I felt bare.
Lace up your boots and we'll truck on down. To a knocked out shack on the edge of town. There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit. Keep a-walking' 'til ya see a blue light lit.
Well I Like My Women Like I Like My Coffee In The Morning And Steaming Hot. I Like A Gal Whose Legs Are Limber Who Can Tie Em In A Knot. I Ain't Impressed With A Pretty Dress But A Smile Can Knock Me Flat.
I can chop wood from dusk till dawn. I can swing a hammer till the daylight's gone. I can build a barn, I can make a home with these two hands. But if I didn't have all your love I'd be half a man.
I'm sitting in the railway station.. Got a ticket to my destination.. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.. And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band..
Home Remedy. . Its a home remedy when you put your arms around me. I know the working day is through. Youre the right recipe never failing to astound me.
Hills and Hollers. Adrienne Young / Mark D. Sanders. . Well I feel like a stranger in my own hometown. Theres traffic in the air where there used to be the sound.
Her Eyes Were Watching God. . To prey upon a kind and generous heart. To turn away from and leave a mark. To go too far just to make youself feel better.
I reckon there's one near your hometown. An old cinder block building looks a-half torn down. Just hang a left down the lost highway. Keep going till you see the signs that say.
I remember I was sitting in this little cafe. Some where out in the middle of L.A.. It was almost Christmas and I was all alone. . Suddenly He appeared, hungry, cold and tired.
He'd say, "Can't never could do nothin'. And weights what broke the wagon. There ain't no fence between a right or wrong. Sometimes you gotta fight if you gonna get along".