By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be risin'. He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door. And he'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin'.
Brother, my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny. For to buy no more whiskey. I have to go home. . Oh brother, my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny.
Up those stone steps I climb. Hail this joyful day's return. Into its great shadowed vault I go. Hail the Pentecostal morn. . The reading is from Luke 24.
This garden that I built for you. That you sit in now and yearn. I will never leave it, dear. I could not bear to return. And find it all untended. With the trees all bended low.
It's up in the morning it's on the downs. And little white clouds like gamboling lambs. And I am breathless over you. And the red-breasted robin beats his wings.
Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm. smothered in mud at the foot of the river. the color vague is slapped around stupid. blood dries to a very dull color.
I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. . I saw her standing. Standing by the water. She was naked.
Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'. Tap tap tappin' with his cane. Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'. Tap tap tappin' with his cane. . His last ditch lies down the road of trials.
Bless his ever loving heart. Only he knows who you are. He may seem so very far. Bless his ever loving heart. . And when you're feeling sad. And everywhere you look.
This time it's the truth. this time nothings goinna fall on through. these books. are broken up. Blast off!. Wham! bam!. Right off the shelf. Right off the shelf.
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair. And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black. And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair.
I am the black crow king. I am the black crow king. The Keeper of the nodding corn. . All the hammers are a-talking, all the nails are a-singing. So sweet and low, you can hear it in the valley.
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,. Bam-ba-lamb,. Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,. Bamhalamb,. Black Betty had a baby,. Bambalamb,. Black Betty had a baby,. Bambalamb.. . Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,.
Look-a look-a yonder (3x). Well the sun done gone. . The captain can't hold her (3x). The way I do now. . Ada got a gold mine (3x). Way above her knees.
Look-a look-a yonder (3x). Well the sun done gone. . The captain can't hold her (3x). The way I do now. . Ada got a gold mine (3x). Way above her knees.
Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can. fucking rotton business this. bot feet in the bad-boot. siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock. rock-rock-rock. Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can.
When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say. That I was meant for rambling and would easy go astray. And before that I would work, I would rather sport and play.
A traditional song which was a likely inspiration for Where The Wild Roses Grow. Nick's song is also available.. . When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say.
Stay by me, stay by me. You are the one, my only true love. . The butcher bird makes it's noise. And it asks you to agree. With it's brutal nesting habits.
Well, father says it, mother says it. Sister says it, brother says it. Uncle says it, auntie says it. Everyone at the party. . I'm on fire. Yeah, babe, I'm on fire.