Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store. Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show.
It won't be long 'till I'll be leaving. It won't be long 'till I'll say goodbye. It won't be long 'till I'll be leaving. But I hope to meet you in the sky.
Goodbye Joe me, gotta go me oh my oh. Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
That big eight wheeler rolling down the track. Means your true lovin' daddy ain't coming back. I'm movin' on I'll soon be gone. You were flying too high for my little old sky so I'm movin' on.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill, he sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whinin' low, I'm so lonesome I could cry. . I've never seen a night so long when time goes crawlin' by.
We're traveling down two different roads in world so far apart. You wanted me but now you seem to have a change of heart. You think, I ought to live my life the way you live your own.
I'LL REAP MY HARVEST IN HEAVEN. (Floyd Jenkins). '60 Milene Music. . I'll reap my harvest in heaven on that beautiful shore. I'll plow a field up in Glory and live in peace evermore.
I love you because you understand, dear. Every single thing I try to do. You're always there to lend a helping hand, dear. I love you most of all because you're you.
One night we were out on tour,. Getting ready to do a show.. It wasn't anything special,. Just another one night stand.. When I looked over my guitar,.
You ask me to forgive you, little darling. To forget that our plans were upset. I try oh so hard not to remember. I'll forgive you but I can't forget.
Say, hey good lookin', whatcha got cookin'. How's about cookin' something up with me. Hey sweet baby, don't you think maybe. We could find us a brand new recipe.
Today, I passed you on the street and my heart fell at your feet. I can't help it if I'm still in love with you. Somebody else stood by your side and he looked so satisfied.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning a great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded. On the pages of God's Holy Word.. . All the other birds are flocking 'round her.
1.What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning a great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded. On the pages of God's Holy Word.. . 2. All the other birds are flocking 'round her.
Your love is colder than a foggy river flowing o'er a heart of stone. You left me stranded on this foggy river drifting helpless and alone. Can't escape this broken heart of mine there's no freedom anymore.
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack. Just a little old shanty by a railroad track. The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby. And a freight train whistle taught me how to cry.
Goodbye, my love, it's time to go I heard a silver trumpet blow. It's calling me to fight the foe and so goodbye, my love. The world is ours to wander free 'neath Heaven up above.
When the warship's left Manila. Sailing proudly o'er the sea deep blue sea. Many sailors hearts were filled with sad regret. Looking backward to this Island.
Here she comes look at her roll there she goes eatin' that coal. Watch her fly huggin' the rails let her by by by it's the fireball mail. . Let her go look at her steam hear her blow whistle and scream.
A laughing baby boy one evening in his play. Disturbed the household with his noisy glee. I warned him to be quiet but he soon would disobey. For he would soon forget a word from me.