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Foggy Mountain Top
If I was on some foggy mountain top. I'd sail away to the west. I'd sail all around this whole wide world. To the girl, I love the best. . If I had listened to what Mama said.
Forty Miles From Poplar Bluff
I never had a pair of shoes that weren't all hand-me-downs. And daddy's morning coffee came from ol' left over ground. My mama wore no jewelry or any store bought stuff.
First Mrs. Jones
Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it. So I'll call her the First Mrs Jones. We were married in September and it lasted till November.
Flame
I find myself remembering things I thought I'd forgot. I thought I'd gotten over you but I can see I've not. And seeing you has made me realize how wrong I've been.
Fog Has Lifted
I can see the sunshine again. And I can see the blue sky where there once was fog and rain. We know each other now clear through and through. The fog has lifted between me and you.
Find Out
Find out find out after you find out how true love is to find. Then you'll come back and be happy with mine. Someone filled your darling's head with story.
Finish Line
Our love just runs in circles never turning for the best. With seperate dreams we can't complete in our race for happiness. And trouble built within our hearts till love has been tore down.
Fiddle And The Bow
FIDDLE AND THE BOW. Writer Damon Black. . MY DADDY WAS A SAWYER THOUGH THE TREES DIDN'T KNOW FOR DADDY DID HIS SAWIN WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW HE PLAYED THE DOWN HOME COUNTRY SONGS AND MOST OF THEM HE WROTE HE PLAYED THE MELODY BY EAR CAUSE HE COULDN'T READ THE NOTES SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING HE WOULD GO INTO HIS ROOM HE'D WRITE DOWN ALL HIS FEELINGS AND SET THEM TO A TUNE AND WHEN HE PLAYED THEM ON THE STAGE THEY WERE LIKE A VIDEO HE COULD PAINT A PICTURE WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW THEN HE PLAYED A SONG HE WROTE ABOUT A GIRL NAMED CAROLYN WALKER AND EVERYBODY SWORE SHE MUST BE REAL AND HE PLAYED A SONG HE WROTE ABOUT HARD TIMES AND PICKIN COTTON SO PLAIN THAT YOU COULD SEE HIM IN THEM FIELDS HE PLAYED A SONG HE WROTE ABOUT A RIVER DOWN IN GEORGIA YOU COULD CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SEE THE WATERS FLOW FOR MY DADDY WAS A WRITER AND HE PLAYED THEM OLD ONE NIGHTERS AND HE COULD PAINT A PICTURE WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW HIS HAIR WAS APPLE BLOSSUM WHITE WHEN HE TURNED THIRTY-THREE HE SAID I KNOW IT'S NOT THE YEARS IT'S JUST THE MILES ON ME I RECALL THE NIGHT BEFORE HE DIED TO A CROWD IN TUPELO HE SAID THERE'S ONE THING NEEDIN' SAID BEFORE I CLOSE THE SHOW YOU KNOW THE SONG I WROTE ABOUT THE GIRL NAMED CAROLYN WALKER WELL I ONLY DREAMED HER UP SHE WASN'T REAL AND TO TELL THE TRUTH I HAVE NEVER PICKED ONE SINGLE SACK OF COTTON BUT I HAVE SURE THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT COTTON FIELDS AND YOU KNOW THE ONE YOU LIKED ABOUT THE RIVER DOWN IN GEORGIA THAT'S THE ONE PLACE THAT I NEVER GOT TO GO CAUSE YOU SEE I'M JUST A WRITER AND I PLAY THESE OLD ONE NIGHTERS I MAKE A LIVIN' PAINTIN PICTURES WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW.
Fight And Scratch
Fight and scratch fight and scratch that's all we ever do. There surely must be more to love than to fight and scratch with you. You you to fight and scratch with you.
Fighting Kind
You and me cannot agree cause our love's the fightin' kind. Oh yes you did you started it like you start all our fights. No I didn't do no such thing and that a dirty lie.
Farmer
He tills the soil and plants the seeds to feed his hungry land the farmer the farmer. With a hoe a shovel and a turnin' plow makin' his livin' by the sweat of the brow.
False True Lover
FALSE TRUE LOVER. Writer Shirley Collins. . Come in, come in, you old true love, And chat for a while with me, For it's been three quarters of a long year or more, Since I spoke one word to thee. I shan't come in, I shan't set down, I ain't got a moment's time, And since you are engaged with another true love, Then your heart is no longer mine. When you were mine, my old true love, Then your head lay on my breast, You could make me believe, by the falling of your arm, That the sun rose up in the west. There is many the star shall jingle in the west, There is many the leaf below, There is many the damn that shall light upon a man, For treating a poor girl so. I wish to the Lord I'd never been born, Or had died when I was young, Then I never would have mourned for my old true love, Nor have courted no other one..
Family Bible
There's a family Bible on the table. Each page is torn and hard to read. But the family Bible on the table. Will ever be my key to memories. At the end of day when work was over.
Family Who Prays Never Shall Part
(The family who prays never shall part). Satan has parted fathers and mothers. Filling their hearts with his envy and hate. Hitting their pathway down to destruction.
Fallen Leaves
Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground. The birds and flowers that were here now can't be found. All the friends that he once knew are not around.
Falling Again
(Falling falling falling out of love). Darling we're falling in and out of love but each time we're falling back again. We have a fight and then we make back up now here we go falling again.
Everything She Touches Gets The Blues
My baby left me this morning wore her brand new walking shoes. I don't know where she is going everything she touches is the blues. . Wonder what she'll name our baby someone else is helping her to choose.
Fairchild
Your eyes're soft and gentle but your heart is hard and cold. With the beauty of an angel and the devil in your soul. Your looks're so deceiving you're so lovely yet so wild.
Eleven Cent Cotton
Eleven cent cotton and a forty cent meat. How in the world can a poor man eat. Mule's up high, cotton down low. How in the world in the world can they raise the dough.
Each Season Changes You
Like the weather your heart changes with each season. Springtime summer fall and winter too. Though I know I'll never understand the reason. I still wonder why each season changes you.
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