Up on the high road lookin' down. Thinking how you let me down. And deep in my heart I hear the sound. Of the song that carried me away. . We would come here years ago.
Well there was an old man who lived by the mill. If he ain't moved away he's a livin' there still. Singing Fie diddle-eye diddle-eye dye, diddle-eye diddle-eye day.
Chorus:. High on a hillside the old church steeple calls. The bells are a ringin', a singin' to one and all. Of the joys and the sorrows the laughter and the pain.
I like a woman who is crazy about me. I like a woman who can live without me too. That's what I like about you. . I like a woman who will lay down beside me.
A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home. It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way. I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up roots.
It was over a hundred years ago in eighteen sixty-one. It was in the town of St. Louis that old Stagger Lee was born. Stagger Lee was a gambler and everybody knew his name.
Cornbread and beans. And those good old collard greens. Keep your skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time. Skillet good and greasy all the time.
When you look out your window and see her runnin away. You start addin things up, how you let her down. Now she's makin you pay, by runnin away. . It's just like some movie, one you've already seen.
My world turns from shadows to light. From blindness to sight. Sober to tight. . You're makin' me feel like a king and a pawn. When you're here and you're gone.
run mountain. Traditional. . Went up on the mountain to fetch me a load of pine,. put it in the wagon, I broke down behind.. . (Chorus:). Run mountain, chug a little hill..
Romance is a slow dance. To a sound as sweet as rain. It's a new song you never heard before. Unfolding to you both the same. . It takes time but you can get that step.
Now I make a living from a circuit I made. Out of trial and error and gigs that I've played. It might be the money or the town that it's in. But mostly it's people make you come back again.
Like a rock in my shoe, under my toe. I think about you, I can't let go. It's dug in deep, it still peeks through. Tried shakin' it out, it won't come loose.
Chorus:. My Lord is a rock in a weary land, weary land, weary land. My Lord is a rock in a weary land. A shelter in the the time of the storm. . Stop and let me tell you about chapter one.
The land I live in, it has no borders. It's under my feet wherever I go. Around the world in every corner. There's always a family or a friend I know.
Strollin' on the strand one day. Back in the fall of '49. The sun was sinkin' in the west. When somethin' caught my eye. And through the dim and misty light.
Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again. Tell me about your days of old, wander back again. You won't admit your life is taken, to your death not yet awakened.
CHORUS:. Raleigh and Spencer was burning down. There ain't no liquor in this town. There ain't no liquor in this town. . I'll pawn you my shoes for a little bottle of booze.
Once I lived like a traveler standing at the crossraads of his life. Who knows not where to turn, wonders if he'll ever reach his home. I was lost, tired, and waiting, didn't have a reason to go on.
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow. Cast out in this wide world to roam. My brothers and sisters won't own me. They say that I'm weak and I'm poor. But Jesus father the almighty.