Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears,. But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears. . The sermon soothes the simple but the rest are rapt with fear,.
Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21. And he courted a damsel fair. Her eyes were as white as a diamond after night. And a wavy jet black wore her hair.
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay,. And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed,.
Talk about suffering here below. And let's keep a-loving Jesus.. Talk about suffering here below. And let's keep a-following Jesus.. . Oh, can't you hear it, Brothers?.
Come listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, how John Lewis did murder a little Omie Wise,. He asked her to meet him at Adams's spring, said he'd bring her money and other fine things,.
Rich man, poor man, beggar or thief, no matter which one in this life you lead. If you think you've reached the top of the world just look all around and you'll see.
Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue,. Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you,. Remember when you were fresh and bitter like a blossom in its bud?.
Went out last night to take a little round, I met a little Sadie and I blowed her down,. Bummed a ride home, got in to bed, 44 smokeless under my head.
Whispers of ancients buried by dust,. Echoes of ages in canyons of rust,. Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough. . Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,.
Down in the holler there's a thriving town. A treasure trove that makes the world go 'round,. When the city barons bring their legal papers and guns,.
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of 42. When I was just a child in Momma's arms. My daddy plowed the fields and prayed and did all he could do.
I could not look back,. You'd gone away from me. I felt my heart ache. I was afraid of following you. . When I had looked at. The shadows on the wall.
Negro Blues gran cartel, taxi boy para donde ests. Pods ver, trabajar no estan fcil en este lugar. why las chicas en el barrio me gritaban como canarios.
Gira sobre los otros brazos,. salta desde algún escalón.. Brillan al pasar sus ojazos,. queda un hueco en el corazón.. Una risa en un pasillo,. el hambre de la oscuridad,.
Juan Pedro Fasola. Nuestro gran amigo. Qué ganas de verte. Tenemos todos acá. . Hace tanto tiempo. Que no te sentimos. Contando aquel cuento. De la buena pipa, ahí va.
Al atardecer, cuando ella se va, al atardecer. Al atardecer, se va a trabajar, al atardecer. Va hasta la estacin, why se toma el tren. chiflan del furgn, miran del andn, al atardecer..
Esquina Libertad, envido y truco del tiempo. a usted le toca jugar, no haga parda y corte el viento. Rije tu luna para mi tres, sangre en la copa y adentro.
Cuando no alcanza el amor que ofrecés. Y peleás una causa perdida. El amor se transforma en herida. Que no cierra, y que no deja ver. Y ceder en la apuesta es tan duro.
Uh morena, tiene en la sangre, sangre caliente en las venas. Muévelo, me gusta verlo cambiando de color. Na-na-na, no hay nadie igual, no hay nadie igual.