Late one night behind corn whiskey*. I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand. I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi. And the blues came walkin' in like a man.
Drinking dark whiskey. Telling white lies. One leads to another. On a Saturday night. . Dont you cross your heart. Unless you hope to die. Drinking dark whiskey.
There's smoke down by the river. Hear the cannon and the drum. I've got one thing to ask you honey. Can you run?. . You know I hate to ask so late. But the moment's finally come.
Now the music is playin'. In a whiskey saloon. It comes through my window. Like a favorite tune. . I could walk down the stairway. I could walk down the street.
There waits for me a glad tomorrow,. Where gates of pearl swing open wide,. And when I've passed this vale of sorrow,. I'll dwell upon the other side..
People keep asking and wondering why. There's always a tear in your eye. You've lived a hard life one I'd rather not lead. I ought to be glad it's not me.
You go to your church and I'll go to mine. But let's walk along together. Our fathers built them side by side. So let's walk along together. . The road is rough and the way is long.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now but I won't be worried long.
A child was born to be our Savior. Wise men came from near and far. To see the Jesus in the manger. The pathway lighted by the stars. . Someday he'll wake me from the dead.
When these lips shall never more. Place a kiss upon thy brow. But like holding still in death. Will you love me then as now. . Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone).
I was standing by the window. On a cold and cloudy day. When I saw the hearse come rolling. To carry my mother away. . Will the circle be unbroken. Bye and bye Lord bye and bye.
On cruel Calvary where He suffered. There He died upon the cross. That we might be saved, my brother. Freed from sin and not be lost. . Will He wait a little longer.
As I went down for to take a little walk. I came upon that Wild Bill Jones. He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side. And I bid him to leave her alone.
In this awful world of sorrow. On this wicked path of sin. Never thinking of tomorrow. Or what I'd lose in the end. . Oh I can hear (oh I can hear) the joy bells ringing.
In the beautiful hills way back in Virginia. By the side of his home where he played as a lad. In a deep dark grave Carter lies sleeping. There lies the best friend that I ever had.
Of I sing for my friends. When death's cold hand I see. When I reach my journey's end. Who will sing one song for me. . I wonder (I wonder) who. Will sing (will sing) for me.
Now who will kiss your lips darlin'?. Who will call you sweetheart?. Oh, who will tell you they love you?. Oh, you once was my little sweetheart. . Now who's been talkin' to you.
In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia. There's a place that I love so well. Where I spent many days of my childhood. In the cabin where we loved to dwell.
Sinner why not heed the day won't you come and go this way. Where Jesus lives and we'll never say goodbye. To a home that's far and bright and there never is a night.
When you go walking after midnight. Over on the wrong side of town. Walk down any street many lost souls you'll meet. Whose lives are broken like mine.