We're holding on with nothin' left to hold onto. . I'm so tired of holding on to nothin'. The years have shown no kindness for the hard times we've been through.
On a highway headed south somewhere to Dixie. Where the cotton blooms in spring and snow don't fly. I'm gonna rest these chilly bones in southern sunshine.
HOLD TO GOD'S UNCHANGING HAND. 22 GRAND OLD GOSPEL SONGS (2004). Writers F.L. Eiland, Jennie Wilson. . Time is filled with swift transition Naught of earth unmoved can stand Build you hopes on things eternal Hold to God's unchanging hand Hold to God's unchanging hand Hold to God's unchanging hand Build you hopes on things eternal Hold to God's unchanging hand Trust in Him who will not leave you What so ever years may bring If by earthly friends forsaken Still, more closely to Him cling * Refrain Covet not this world's vain riches That so rapidly decay Seek to gain the heavenly treasures They will never pass away * Refrain When your journey is completed When the valley you pass thru Fair and bright the home in glory Your enraptured soul will view * Refrain.
Today I found a dollar on the sidewalk so I went and bought a jug of wine. And I'll sit here in this alley and keep drinkin'. Until the thought of mama leaves my mind.
HEAVEN'S JUST A PRAYER AWAY. THIN MAN FROM THE WEST:THE RCA SESSIONS. Writer Tommy Tomlinson. . If you're trying to reach Heaven. you talk to Jesus, you talk to Him every day..
Well, my wife and I were happy in our trailer. But she didn't dig my runnin' around all night. Well, I warned you a couple of times about leavin'. Oh, but you just laughed and took it kinda light.
Today I burned your old love letters I burned them slowly one by one. Before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I done. The first you wrote me was the sweetest the last one broke my heart in two.
Look in my eyes let me see your love give me your hand let me feel your love. With you in my arms your breath on my cheek and your kiss on my lips. Ooh I can feel your love.
Look in my eyes let me see your love give me your hand let me feel your love. With you in my arms your breath on my cheek and your kiss on my lips. Ooh I can feel your love.
Me and brother Bill was goin' a fishin' down to the river one day. Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdough. The fish were a bitin' we're gonna have fun.
You're not home, you're not home, you're not home yet. I can still hear my Lord's voice ringing. There'll be a crowd to greet you, a choir of angels to meet you.
Saw the boy in the mansion on the hill has asked you to become his steady jill. There'll be parties by the score the wine will flow. But here's the reason I beg you not to go.
You and me and her and him must get together and see if maybe we can find a way. To put an end to hurting one another. Cause he don't know and she don't know how much we hurt each day.
You can't change the daylight to dark and you can't make a heel toe the mark. I warned you not to give your love to me I knew that I would only break your heart.
When you live in the country everybody is your neighbor. On this one thing you can rely. They'll all come to see you and never never leave you. Saying why'all come to see us by and by.
I was in a lonely cafe by the roadside all unfriendly people no one said a word. When in there stepped a starry eyed old stranger. He sat down threw up his arms and then I heard.
Oh the world needs a washin' so why shouldn't it rain. Maybe the rain will wash away the pain. Oh the world needs a washin' so why shouldn't it rain. Let it rain et it rain let it rain.
Once my world was filled with music sweet and low. When your love was mine and mine alone. Now my world has lost its melody and my world is without music since you've left me.
I want to love you and always be with you. Share all life's pleasures and heartaches with you. And I want you to love me and need me and want me. And I want to share my love with you.
The clatter of the garbage cans in the dark and lonely alley. Searching for a bottle with a drop or two of wine. The wino makes his rounds from garbage cans to gutter.