Across a county line. In a cheap motel. Lyin' next to her. There's a new day wakin'. . Never felt this sure. Of anything before. No question in his mind.
Where are my mama and daddy?. They came a long time before me. Now, we've come on the steamship Atlantic. From our home far across the stormy sea. . I have their letter in my pocket.
It's the middle of the night and I should be sleepin'. My eyelids are heavy but there's something keepin' them open wide. Since I kissed you at the gate just two days past.
Now the stars are fading in the morning light. And you're warm beside me in the early bright. You're the one I wanted, you're the one I need. And I feel so safe here and I feel so free.
Went out one night to make a little round,. I met little Sadie and I shot her down. Went back home and I got into bed. Forty four smokeless under my head.
There was a time when we'd be the last to leave. Watching the sun come up while everyone fell asleep. The music was always loud and I'd smoke and drink too much.
I can only tell you what I see, two lonely people you and me. Both want out and both want in, neither knows where to begin. You can draw a line there in the dirt, stay on your side you won't get hurt.
I try to travel around with less and less. Tried them all and the simple way is the way that's best. I save a lot of time not havin' to choose. What color shirt I wear or which pair of shoes.
I had to leave her when I done her wrong. Figured I can come back before too long. And too soon as I moved out, you started comin' around. Just like an old friend to kick me when I'm down.
I have a friend lives up in Portland, I stayed there with him one time. He had a new a pair of high-top sneakers, didn't fit him but they fit me fine.
Troubles and trials are almost over X 3. See what my lord has done. Keep your lamp trimmed and burnin X 3. See what my lord has done. . Heaven's journey is almost over X 3.
God sent Jonah down to Ninevah land. To preach the gospel to the wicked men. And to repent his wicked ways. I'm gonna overthrow the city in forty days.
John Riley came from Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger. And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger. Now the place was strange and work was scarce.
One evening for pleasure I rambled. On the banks of some cold purling stream. I set down on a bed of primroses. And I gently fell into a dream. I dreamt that I saw a fair female.
One evening for pleasure I rambled. On the banks of some cold purling stream. I set down on a bed of primroses. And I gently fell into a dream. I dreamt that I saw a fair female.
Lay down,. your sweet and weary head.. Night is falling.. You have come to journeys end.. . Sleep now, and dream. of the ones who came before.. They are calling,.
Born in the mountains, many years ago. Climbed these hills and valleys through the rain and snow. I've seen the lightning flashin', heard the thunder roll.
Last night on the mountain, I gave my horn a blow. Echos started comin back from long, long ago. A foggy cloud was risen, I felt you all around. In the air that I was breathin, you sang in every sound.
I like the way you cook, the whole production. And how you serve it up, the whole seduction. Of the color and the smell, the presentation. The texture on the tongue, I get impatient.
So long she's been alone now. her tears have dried. No more she's thinkin' of him. Her love has died. . Calling and reaching, lookin' through hungry eyes.