Now the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long, long, long. Now the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long. Another man has got my woman and gone.
In the beautiful hills in the mists of Roane County. There's where I have roamed for many long years. There's where my heart's been tendin most ever. There's where the first step of misfortune I made.
Oh, the river of death lies just before me. Can I find a place that I can cross. Or will I be in sin forever?. Oh Lord, don't let my soul be lost. . Oh, I wanna walk with Christ my Savior.
Do you think of the cross on which Jesus died. Of the blood he shed for you?. Are you prepared to meet him in that land of love. By his word, are you going to abide?.
It's the way she smiles and the way she walks. It's the way her lip curls when she talks. It's what she says and what she don't. It's what she will and what she won't, yeah.
Rollin', rollin', rollin'. Rollin', rollin', rollin'. Rollin', rollin', rollin'. Rollin', rollin', rollin'. Rawhide, ha, ha. . Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'.
Yesterday I saw a picture. Hanging on the wall. You and me was laughing. Must of been a lifetime ago. . When the sun was smiling. And the bluebird he sang.
Now, come and bathe my forehead, mother. For I'm growing very weak. Let one drop of water, mother. Fall upon my burning cheek. . Go and tell my little playmates.
As I travel down life's pathway. Knowing not what the years may hold. As I ponder hopes grow fonder. Precious memories flood my soul. . Precious Memories how they linger.
As my daddy lay there on Omaha beach. It didn't look good for my brothers and me. There were twenty-four hours on that longest day. Now ten thousand crosses, scar the beach where they lay.
Pretty blue world, spinning in space. It's been that way since the first tear rolled down Adam's face. Man we get beat up, time's taken more than its toll.
Poor White Folks [Instrumental]. . Uncle Pen Album. By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys. . The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:. 1. Jenny Lynn (Monroe).
I went by last night to pick up my things. Oh boy, ooh boy. Lately, our songs had too many words to sing. Oh boy, ooh boy. . It took all the strength from my knees to walk up the steps.
I guess I'm just not funny anymore. I can't seem to make you laugh the way you did before. I guess I'm just not boy I used to be. That sparkle in your eyes, I can't find it for the life of me.
For your poison love has stained the life blood in my heart and soul dear. And I know my life will never be the same. For my pleading has all been in vain for you and you alone dear.
Here she comes, hey. . She says, he hardly ever holds her. (Hardly ever holds her). She says, he hardly pays her any mind. Been such a long time since he's told her.
Plant some flowers by my graveside. Just a little bunch of them. Makes no difference what they are, dear. Since your hand has planted them. . Darlin', when you pass the graveside.
How do I tell my baby, "Mama's not coming home?". How do I tell myself I'll be staying alone?. Oh I, I can't stop crying. . She'll say, "Daddy, I wanna hold her wanna see her again.
I got a pig at home in a pen. Corn to feed him on. All I need's a pretty little girl. To feed I'm when I'm gone. . Going up on a mountain. To sow a little cane.