Like rain falling up, you don't see this much. But you got to believe cause inevitably. You're working a crash, you can hear what they say. This ain't the kind of woman come along everyday.
The aftermath. The party's over. There's a lovely glow. About the room. Slowly stepping out. Of the shadows. It's of no consequence. To me now. Something sure about you baby.
You think you got it all worked out. But you dont know nothing, nothing, NOTHING. You think that you can rub me out. But im made of something, something, SOMETHING.
After we cross the crystal river. And are safe at home forever. It will be wonderful over there. Wearing a crown of life eternal. Standing at the throne supernal.
Wish I Could Find A Greyhound. That Had A Destination Sign. Said Elrod Alabama 1949. With The Smell Of Sweet Magnolias. Blowing In The Summer Air. Lord Take Me Back And Leave Me There.
I'll Bless - the Lord, at all, all times. And His praises, shall be,. In my (In my) mouth continuously.. . With my hands, I'll lift Him. With my deeds, I'll bless Him.
There is no greater love. Than what I feel for you. No greater love,. No heart so true. . There is no greater thrill. Than what you bring to me. No sweeter song.
Hard work, low pay, tired aching back. Earning by the sweat on my brow. 12 full hours in this manmade hole. Doin what they taught me how. . Chorus. . Im a spike drivin railway son-of-a-gun.
You went away. I let you. We broke the ties that bind. I wanted to forget you. And leave the past behind. Still, the magic of the night I met you. Seems to stay forever in my mind.
Work all night and I work all day,. Life just ain't worth livin' this way. Work the soles right off of my shoes,. I've got the poor boy workin' blues.
V1. Like a shot through the heart, like a knife cold and sharp. The cold winds of loneliness blow. But, they say that time can heal heart and mind. If somehow I could let you go.
Billy was a hard workin', steel drivin' man. Working on the rail everyday. 7 days a week and 16 hours a day. Hoping he would find a better way. . He saw many of his friends fall to the ground.
On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross. The emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain.
Lower my body and lift my soul and tell me to come on home. . Let me leave this world of sin cause heavens where I want to roam. . I will bow my head raise my hands getdown on my knees.
Sometimes in my life I get so discouraged. That struggles of life press me sore. Then down on my knees I call on my dear savior. For comfort though billows may roar.
Jesus, keep me near the cross. There's a precious fountain. Free to all, a healing stream. Flows from Calvary's mountain. . In the cross, in the cross.
Dailey and Vincent Music of the Mountains. The Original seems to be F#, but capo where ya want and pick outta C. (The first two lines of cords just keep repeatingI added the walk down from C to Am to break up the pickinIm not sure its in the tune)..
Listen to that rain a-fallin'. Can't you hear that lonesome sound. Oh, my poor old heart is breakin'. 'Cause my sweet love ain't around. . Memories come back to haunt me.
Troublesome times are here, filling men's hearts with fear. Freedom we all hold dear now is at stake. Humbling your hearts to God saves from the chastening rod.
I saw her from a distance. As she walked up to the wall. In her hand she held some flowers. As her tears began to fall. . She took out a pen and paper.