I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile, We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile. Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made
32 teeth in a jawbone, Alabama trying for none Before I have to hit him, I hope he's got the sense to run Reason the poor girls love him, promise them
Sleepy alligator in the noon day sun Lyin' by the river just like he usually done, oh no! Call for his whiskey and he can call for his tea Call all he
My spy boy saw you spy boy sittin' by the bi-yo My spy boy told your spy boy, "i'm gonna set you flag on fi-yo." I said, "hey now,"
I had a hard run, runnin' from your window I was all night running, running, Lord, I wonder if you care I had a run in, run around and run down Run around
Big boss man Can't you hear me when I call? Big boss man Can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big You just tall that's just about all You got
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Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues Wish I had
All I know is something like a bird within her sang All I know she sang a little while and then flew on Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow
Well, I taught that weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky Tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood
Well, the joint was jumpin', going around and around Hey, reelin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound Well, they never stopped rockin' till the moon went
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow
Lay down my dear brothers Lay down and take your rest I want to lay your head upon your Savior's breast I love you all but Jesus loves you the best And
A man and a woman come together as strangers When they part they're usually strangers still It's like a practical joke played on us by our maker Empty
All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau from St. Angel Say the weather down here so fine Just then
Well this job I've got is just a little too hard, Running out of money, lord, I need more pay. Gonna wake up in the morning lord, gonna pack my bags,
It seems like I've been here before Fuzzy then and still so obscure (Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye) And I don't want to see anybody cry Meet me some
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear, you
