Mary wore three links of chain. Every link was Jesus name. Keep your hand on that plow, hold on. . Oh Lord, ohh Lord. Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Gonna change my way of thinking,. Make myself a different set of rules.. Gonna change my way of thinking,. Make myself a different set of rules.. Gonna put my good foot forward,.
Smoky autumn night, stars up in the sky,. I see the sailin' boats across the bay go by.. Eucalyptus trees hang above the street. And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me..
I've just reached a place. Where the willow don't bend. There's not much more to be said. It's the top of the end. I'm going. I'm going. I'm gone. . I'm closin' the book.
I'm going down to Rose Marie's. She never does me wrong.. She puts it to me plain as day. And gives it to me for a song.. . It's a wicked life but what the hell.
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,. where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,. remember me to one who lives there.. she once was a true love of mine..
God knows you ain't pretty. God knows it's true. God knows there ain't anybody. Ever gonna take the place of you. . God knows it's a struggle. God knows it's a crime.
You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed,. One picked herself up an' the other one, she said:. "Get your rocks off!. Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!).
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.
I woke up this mornin',. There were tears in my bed.. They killed a man I really loved. Shot him through the head.. Lord, Lord,. They cut George Jackson down..
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides. Upon four-legged forest clouds, the cowboy angel rides. With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black.
Full moon and empty arms. The moon is there for us to share. But where are you?. . A night like this. Could weave a memory. And every kiss. Could start a dream for two.
1. frog went a-courtin', and he did ride, uh-huh,. Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride, uh-huh,. Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride.. With a sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh..
I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids. But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid. She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread.
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack. Just a little shanty by the railroad track. Freight train was it taught me how to cry. The holler of the driver was my lullaby.
Frankie was a good girl. Everybody knows. For Albert's new suite of clothes. He was her man but he done her wrong. . Albert said, "I'm leaving you. Won't be gone for long.
When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies". I cried she was deaf. And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes. Then said, "What else you got left?".
Forgetful heart. Lost your power of recall. Every little detail. You don't remember at all. The times we knew. Who would remember better than you?. . Forgetful heart.
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man. So can a woman who passes herself off as a male. They sang, 'Danny Boy' at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer.
I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend. I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when. I'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on.