Lonesome Road Blues. . I walked on down that lonesome line. Hung my head and I cried. I wept and I cried under a willow tree. Out by the deep blue sea.
Leather Britches. . Little boy, little boy. Whered you get your britches. Mama cut the leather out. Daddy made the stitches. . Leather britches full of stitches.
Baby, you and me underneath the steeple. Two I do's and a half a dozen people. I can see it all plain as day, come on baby, don't be afraid. You can make a dream come true just like that.
Right now gonna take you in my arms. Hold you closer and tighter than I ever have. I'm gonna say all the things that I thought could wait. Now I realize that later could be a little too late.