These things shall pass and some great morning. We'll look back and smile at heartaches we have known. So don't forget when shadows gather. The Lord our God is still the King upon his throne.
I'm not crying cause you're gone you didn't make me blue. So don't you worry darling these tears are not for you. I'm not crying cause you've said you found somebody new.
These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman. These hands are calloused and old. These hands raised a family these hands built a home. Now these hands raised to praise the Lord.
Here's the house where we once lived That I had love too much to give. For the girl who said that she'll be mine. And here's the room where we both slept And when she laughed that's where I wept.
There's a star spangled banner waving somewhere. In a distant land so many miles away. Only Uncle Sam's great heroes get to go there. Where I wished that I could also live someday.
Words & Music by Hank Snow. . A pale little boy lay there helpless. On the prairie at the close of the day.. "I've been shot in the breast, sir, please help me".
THERE'S A LITTLE BOX OF PINE ON THE 7:29. (George Brown - Dette Lee). '58 Shapiro-Bernstein Co. . A mother wrote a Warden, how much longer must I wait.
THERE WASN'T AN ORGAN AT OUR WEDDING. (Leon Payne). '52 Acuff-Rose Music. . There wasn't an organ at our wedding. The month was August instead of June.
There wasn't an organ at our wedding. The month was August instead of June. On your pretty hand no golden wedding band. You didn't even have a honeymoon.
(There goes my everything). I hear footsteps slowly walking as they gently walk across a lonely floor. And a voice is softly saying darling this will be goodbye forever more.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . C F. I saw you last night, again, darlin'. C G7. And you seemed just as lovely to me. C F. I watched as you danced with a stranger.
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia. Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time. This is not 38, but it's old 97. You must put her in Spencer on time".
THE WRECK OF THE NO. 9. (Writer Carson J. Robison). '60 MCA Music. . On a cold winter's night not a star was in sight. And the north wind came howling down the line.
Oh, you can't be mislead by a name it is said. You can't judge a book by it's cover. And how one can tell what is down in a well. Is a thing I have yet to discover.
She was a young and pretty Coleman county farm girl. Never been more than fifty miles from home. I was just a drifter I was living off the land. Spent the summer on her daddy's farm.
Boys I was born in Texas State. Many years ago. I've rode on every range and plain. There's no place I don't know. . I love to swing the lariat. That's all I'll ever do.
I'm so lonely since you said goodbye. There's no stars left to shine up above. And my heart aches with pain though it's aching in vain. For the sun has gone down on our love.
A long steel rail and a short crosstie. I'm on my way back home. I'm on the train, the king of them all. The Streamlined Cannonball. . (Chorus). Oh, she drives along like a cannonball.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;. The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;. Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,.
Written by Johnny McRae. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Rough him up and shove him down. Make him cry when he comes 'round. Treat him any way you want. After all he's just runt, just a little runt.