Never more, never more. . Never more quote the Raven, never more. Nothing hurts as strong as knowing you've done wrong. And not a thing will make it right again.
In the year of forty three mama finished feedin' me. And quickly rushed off to her job at Woorden's Backmill. But at fourth on Monroe's street a faillin' hearts stopped at willin' feet.
You've heard songs about the broken hearted couple who have fought. You've heard songs about romances and the teardrops they have brought. Many hearts are broken when the one day love has gone.
I had a home out in Texas out where the Bluebonnet grew. I had the kindest old mother how happy we were just we two. Then one day the angels called her a debt we all have to pay.
She was a good girl from the family well respecting. Until he offered her the whole world in her hands. Then she went with him to do the things he wanted.
Yes I gather up the pieces of my heart dear I'm a wondering if I'll ever love again. Just because I lost my head and fell for you dear. I'm afraid your love would struck me down again.
They march in lines and carry signs protesters one and all. They'd rather go to prison than to heed their country's call. Get out of here, get out of there, let's have an end to war.
I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay. And how it stuck to the tires after the summer rain. Will power made that old car go my roamin' mind told me that's so.
Oh Mary, don't you weep for me. Oh Mary, just you wait for me. The battle will soon be over. Oh Mary, don't you weep. . Jimmy sent a letter to his bride back home.
Tonight down here in the valley. I'm lonesome and oh how I feel. As I sit here alone in my cabin. I can see your mansion on the hill. . Do you recall when we parted.
I got back in this town today for ten long years I've been away. Been working for the state I've been a working behind a big iron gate. I thought I'd take a stroll downtown maybe kinda look around.
I walked by your house last night. Saw you through your window. In the arms of someone else. Now my heart's hurtin' so. . I'll just call to send my last goodbye.
They say that love's a very old word. It dated back to the starting of time. You can read it in the pages of hist'ry. Where for the love of a woman man has cried.
I got a feelin' called the blues, oh Lord. Since my baby said goodbye. Lord I don't know what I'll do. All I do is sit and sigh, oh Lord. . That last long day she said goodbye.
I go home to a home where love is all gone I remember how things used to be. Over there is her picture with our little boy and it brings out the lonesome in me.
I'm sitting here a thinking but wasting my time. I know that these old blues has got me down. I've never been a winner I've been a good loser. But lives like mine's what make this world go round.
I'm praying for the rain in California. So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine. I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago with a broken heart and a woman on my mind.
In a war torn land of poverty somewhere across the sea. There's a little guy who's waiting and he looks a lot like me. His hair is like the raven or the wings of a crow.
I've got a sad sad story, friend, that I don't like to tell. I had a home and family when they locked me in this cell. I've been in here eighteen years, that's a long long time, I know.
I was standing by my window yesterday morning. Without a thought a worry or of care. When I saw the postman coming up the pathway. With such a jolly face and jolly hair.