What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. And to know that my name is recorded. On the pages of God's holy word. . Desiring to lower her standards.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. And to know that my name is recorded. On the pages of God's holy word. . Desiring to lower her standards.
I left the field one evening, my fingers so cold and sore. From fair to middlin' cotton, three hundred pounds or more. Jim McCann was still pickin' straddle in the row.
I'm a charger. That charges through the night. Like an orange bolt of lightning. Passing everything in sight. I'm the best pal the Duke boys ever had.
Well I knew A boy named Willie Brown He was A lover of our town. wherever he went the girls fell down, and cryed for Willie Brown. crazy about Willie Brown Tall and dark and lean and long.
Refrain:. They wouldn't bend. They held on to the will of God so we are told. They wouldn't bow. They would not bow their knees to Idols made of gold.
The baby's eyes are red from weeping. It's little heart is filled with pain. And Daddy cried they're taking Mama. Away from us on the evening train. .
A little child on a sickbed lay,. And death was very near.. He was the pride and the only child of a railroad engineer.. . His duty had called him from those he loved,.
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The Cremation of Sam McGee. . The Cremation of Sam McGee. (Robert W. Service). . There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun. by the men who moil for gold..
I live in the cemetery ol' caretaker they call me. In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds. When a funeral comes the people cry and pray.
The legs on the lady a walkin'. was tanned to a dark berry brown. Her body was made like a song to be played. to the tune of a million a pound. . So was a wonder of a woman I reckon.
Well I had a little feeling to have a big night. And I woke up feeling small and not so brave and not quite right. I had to face the where was I and who was she, what did I do.
I think sir the battle is over, and the young soldier lay down his gun.. I'm tired of running for cover, I'm certain the battle is done.. For see over there where we fought them, it's quiet for they've all gone away..
The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars. Restless by day And by night rants and rages at the stars. God help the beast in me. . The beast in me Has had to learn to live with pain.
The Baron. by:. Johnny Cash. . [CHORUS]. Wish I had a-known ya. When you were a little younger. Around me you might have learned a thing or two. If I had known you longer.
Ira Hayes,. Ira Hayes. . CHORUS:. Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian. Nor the Marine that went to war.
Ira Hayes. Ira Hayes. . Call him drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian. Nor the Marine that went to war. . Gather round me people there's a story I would tell.
In a southern town where I was born. That's where I got my education. I worked in the fields and I walked in the woods. And I wondered at creation.. .
Remember back in school we learned the golden rule. Do unto others as you'd have and do to you. You're supposed to love me as much as I love you. It's a shame that ain't the way it is.