My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike. My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike. The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him.
Tonight down here in the valley I'm lonesome and oh how I feel. As I sit here alone in my cabin I can see your mansion on the hill. Do you recall when we parted the story to me you revealed.
Every night I bow my head. And say a prayer for daily bread. Tonight I ask a greater cry. Make me wonderful in her eyes. . Expose my heart and lay it there.
Oh make the world go away and get it off my shoulder. It goes bigger day by day please make the world go away. I was wrong the day I left you and let the world leave me astray.
Twilight falls,. Evening shadows find,. There 'neath the stars a maiden so fair divine.. . The moon on high seemed to see her there,. In her eyes was a light shining ever so bright,.
A little girl stood up in church in a worn and faded dress. She made her way up to the front to make a special prayer request. She said pray for God to help my mama cause she can't help herself.
MY TEARS ARE OVERDUE. (Freddie Hart). « © '64 Tree Publishing ». . If you want to see somebody cry their heart out. For a love they lost and must live without.
My name was Stranger on the night that we met. And then it was Sweetheart and it might have been yet. But my arms grew careless like a fear that they would.
So here's to you my ramblin' boy may all your ramblin' bring you joy. He was a man and a friend always he stuck by me in the hard old days. He never cared if I had no dough we rambled round in the rain and snow.
(Going home going home tell all my friends that I'm going home). If you should see me and I can't walk then if you should speak and I can't talk. Feel of me if I'm cold there's a shovel in the car to dig the hole.
(Attention please Southbound bus loading Gate No 8. All aboard for Willow Springs Taboule Rogersville Paskanaw Ravanden. Belaford Johnsborro Marktree and Memphis all aboard South all aboard please).
You're my greatest weakness, I love you so much. And I rise to paradise anytime we touch. You do something to me, you and all your charms. . Can resist the little kiss, when I'm in your arms.
To be with you is what I want more than anything. But I must share my life with the one who wears my ring. And there are tiny places I look into each night.
My daddy was a hard working farm man with dirt on his hands most all his life. But inside my daddy's soul was as clean as white linen. And his heart was as pure as solid gold.
I followed you to Texas I followed you to Utah. We didn't find it there, so we mo-oved on. I followed you to Alabam'. Things looked good in Birmingham We didn't find it there, so we moved on.
(Don Warden). Don came into my world when I had just first begun. He stuck with me in the hard old days. And I think as much of him as I do my own son.
She has always turned the lights on for me. But she turns them on for so many others too. Yes my arms who's her each night at sundown. Cause my baby turns the lights on uptown.
Well, my baby's not here in town tonight. This old town just don't seem right. Even my old friends don't seem the same to me. . Well, my baby's not here in town tonight.
When you're rocking back and forth there by the window. And the sun shines through the silver in your hair. I'll think of all the years we've spent together.
MOSES JONES. Writer Damon Black. . I WAS RAISED BY AN OLD BLACK MAN NAMED MOSES JONES IN A SHACK BY A COTTON PATCH WE CALLED HOME HE TOOK THE LEAD AND PLOWED THE SOD I LAY BEHIND JUST BUSTING CLODS WE BOTH WORKED TO MAKE THAT PLACE A HOME ONE HE TOLD ME ABOUT A GIRL NAMED JENNY LYNN HE SAID HE WONDERED WHY SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM I SAID WHERE'S YOUR JENNY NOW HE JUST LOOKED UP IN THE CLOUDS THE WAY HE LOOKED UP EVERY NOW AND THEN HE SAID NOW I'M COMING, I'M COMING NEVER MORE TO ROAM I CAN FEEL YOUR ARMS A REACHING FOR ME JENNY I'M COMING HOME ONE SUMMER DAY WE LAID HIS SOUL TO REST IN HIS FADED OVERALLS THEY HAD HIM DRESSED BUT HE HAD WANTED IT THAT WAY MANY TIMES I'VE HEARD HIM SAY JENNY WOULD NOT KNOW ME IN A SUIT AND VEST NOW MANY, MANY YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE WHEN I TOLD MY BOY ABOUT ME AND MOSES JONES ABOUT THE HARD TIMES THAT WE HAD HE JUST SMILED AND SAID NOW DAD SO I GRABBED MY OLD SLOUCH HAT AND SAID COME ON ALL DAY WE DROVE TILL WE CAME TO A BIG IAK TREE THERE WERE TEARS IN HIS EYES WHEN HE LOOKED UP AT ME BENEATH THE WILDFLOWERS LAY THE STONE WHERE I'D CHISELED MOSES JONES AFTER ALL THESE YEARS STILL PLAIN ENOUGH TO READ AND IT READ, I'M COMING, I'M COMING NEVER MORE TO ROAM I CAN FEEL YOUR ARMS A REACHING FOR ME JENNY I'M COMING HOME.