I'm old Kentucky bound. . Some where among the hills of old Kentucky. There's two old folks I love with all my heart. They're praying for their boy to come back safely.
I'm going back to old Kentucky. There to see my Linda Lou. I'm going back to old Kentucky. Where the skies are always blue. . When I left old Kentucky.
I'm going down this lonesome road. To see my fate or victory. God must help us there to win. I'm coming back but I don't know when. . I hate to leave my mother dear.
I saw the light fade from the sky. On the wind I heard a sigh. As the snowflakes cover. My fallen brothers. I will say this last goodbye. . Night is now falling.
The lonesome sigh of a train goin' by. Makes me want to stop and cry. I recall the day, it took you away. I'm blue, I'm lonesome too. . When I hear that whistle blow.
Love is a burning thing. Love is a burning thing. . Love is a burning thing. It makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire. I fell into a ring of fire. .
I'll meet you in the morning by the bright riverside. When all sorrow has drifted away. I'll be standin' at the portals when the gates open wide. At the close of life's long weary day.
It cuts every corner of every street. I see it on the face of everybody I meet. It comes out of nowhere, it chills to the bone. When I'm by myself, I'm not alone.
On Sunday, when the church bells start ringin'. They're ringin' for you and for me. Let's all kneel down at the altar. And pray that our souls might be free.
She wore black on black. It was perfect for the night. She looked like an angel. By the candlelight. . He had his lines all down. Like a work of art. He made every word sound.
1. Tonight I'm sad, my heart is weary,. Wond'ring if I'm wrong or right,. To think about you, though you left me,. I wonder where you are tonight.. . cho: The rain is cold and slowly falling,.
There's a big black train. I've been hearing all my life. Every night, at sundown. I hear its lonesome cry. . When I look through the screen door. I see a rocking chair.
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free. I wish I could break all the chains holding me. I wish I could say all the things that I should say. Say 'em loud, say 'em clear for the whole round world to hear.
Baby, yeah, would you meet me at the starlight lounge?. Where I found you and you found me. We were both dressed up with no place to be. . You set me from my reasons for the span of our drink.
I left my old home in the mountains. And the only friends I ever had. And while I rambled this world over. My heart felt so lonely and sad. . I'm going back to the old home.
Lightning bugs buzzing round the piss elm tree. Im a hundred miles form reality. Take a big drag-suck it all in. Blow it out the window, let it ride on the wind.
A policeman's whistle gayly, a smile upon his face. As he walked along the old familiar beat. He saw a little bay crying and thought his heart would break.
Purple passion in the glove box. Under a map. And a couple of joints and some. Dentyne under my cap. . As a general rule. I dont monkey around with toys.
There are voices in my head. And demons in my soul. Sometimes they keep me warm. Sometimes they leave me cold. . There are strangers in my bed. To caress my jaded skin.
I'm begging to you and I want to go with you. You're breaking my heart as you say goodbye. I hope and I pray we'll soon be together. My heart is so full, it's hard not to cry.