Every night in my dreams somehow it seems. That I'm back where I belong. I'm just a cow hen from Rio Grande. Back where I was born. . Now the city lights and the city ways.
Up before the sunrise. It's a rocky road back home. The dust won't be near settled. As where we just come from. . I'll keep my promise to you. Just like I said I would.
In the lobby of a big hotel in New York Town, one day. Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns, to pass the time away. They told of places where they'd been and different things they'd seen.
Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas,. His face was burnt deep by the sun,. Part history, part sage, part mesquit,. He was there when Poncho Villa was young..
Pardon my complaining dear but I spend all my time. Bending over backwards just to keep you satisfied. Now you've got the nerve to say I don't compromise.
Walking down the levee with my head hanging low. Looking for my sweet mama Lord but she ain't here no more. I'm in Mississippi and there's mud all in my shoes.
Well, I woke up this mornin' looked out my door. I thought I'd hear that milk cow, I can tell the way she lore. If you see my milk cow, please drive her on home.
I was born in dixie in a boomer shack. In a little shanty by a railroad track. The humming of the driver was my lullaby. And the freight train whistle taught me how to cry.
Let it rain, let it pour, let it rain a whole lot more. 'Cause I got them deep river blues. Let that old river rise and fall and let the big waves make a wall.
When I received your letter, you were down and out, you say. At first I thought I would tell you, just to travel on the other way. But in my memory lingers, all you once were to me.
There is a time for love and laughter. The days will pass like summer storms. The winter wind will follow after. But there is love and love is warm. .
I heard my neighbor's rooster crow. Early in the day. I heard his axe beyond the hill. And now I'm bound away. . For some men love the city life. Some men crave the town.
She sang hymns out of tune. And carried a yellow balloon. She traded her love. for a Spanish doubloon. And talked to the people. The people who are. .
Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town. Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town. I met a beautiful lady, her beauty'd never been found. . They called her "Pretty Polly, come go along with me.
Now come all ye hunters who follow the gun. Beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun. For Polly's own true love he shot in the dark. But oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark..
Same old man sitting at the mill. The mill turns around of its own free will. Hand in the hopper and the other in the sack. Ladies step forward and the gents fall back.
Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue,. Had an old dog and his name was Blue.. Had an old dog and his name was Blue.... Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too....
Nobody knows, nobody ever knows. No one ever knows that things won't stay the same.. She's in love with you, and you know you love her, too.. There will come a time when she won't know your name.
In the hollow where the pines were standing tall. In the shadows where the woods were dark and still. To a worn and weathered shack my thoughts keep turning back.
The October leaves. They whisper in lemon chimes. And ring autumn's bells. That glisten in colors rhymes. . And sings simple songs of love. That echo from other times.