Poor Boys Delight. As sung by the Infamous Stringdusters. . Would you dance with me, Molly?. Its Saturday night. Theres a chill in the air. Do you think that you might?.
On a starry night, down in Virginia. . I fell in love with a blue eyed girl. . Her kiss was warm, her touch was tender. . The sweetest one in all the world.
oh ill be home again. rest your weary eyes. oh i dont know when. but not tonight. . oh driving to the wind. pulled over to the side.. the road is my my friend.
Riding at night through the wind and rain.. Trying to find my way home.. This weary traveler's been gone to long.. I return, never more to roam.. . I've seen big city lights and miles of highway..
written by Andy Hall. . Verse 1. When I was a child and all the world was new. I met a little girl just a sweet as mornin' dew. And she gave me a promise.
Letter From Prison. written by Geoff Bartley. . ::: Verse 1 :::. Last night I had the dream again and I held you in my arms. I'd not yet been sent to this island for life and our daughters not yet born.
there's a fork in the road. ain't seem to make up my mind. don't know which way to go. i am sure running out of time. i am all alone with my suitcase in my hand.
Whatcha doin?. where ya goin?. Tossed by the winds that are blowin?. High time you went inside.. For a long time I been tryin,. even thought that I was a flyin..
Colorado, it sure is good to see your face again. I've been up and down this highway. Just lookin for a friend. Yeah Colorado. No matter how long I'm gone.
Her train pulled into the station.. She came over sat down.. She said, "Dear, glad to see you.". Then I heard that lonesome whistle sound.. . She wrapped her little arms around me..
High or low. Sky or sea. Locked inside. Or just set free. . Have you become. What you could be. Or who could say. It isn't me. . Guilt or blame. It's all the same....it's all the same.
Verse 1. I'm writing you to. Catch you up on places I've been. And you held this letter. Probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it. . Lift.
17 Cents is a whale of a lot. 17 Cents is what I got. Grocery bills,heat and the rent. All i have left is 17 cents. 19,18, 17 cents, dirty old dime and a penny's bent.
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Fall Down,. If it takes the weight off for a day,. Away,. When its more than you can find to bear,. Once you are out of strength,. And you can't pull the weight,.
Now its time to break away,. break away, break away,. you know it never falls away,. not today, so you,. . fall down trying to get up,. to get up, and you break down.
Your breaking down,. Your falling down,. You can't get up,. Till you hit the ground,. There is no way out,. There is no way in,. There is no where to run away.