What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning a great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded. On the pages of God's Holy Word.. . All the other birds are flocking 'round her.
I'll sweep out your chimney. Yes and, I will bring you flowers. Yes and, I will do for you. Most anything you want me to. . If we live in a cottage. You will feel like it's a castle.
I hear the train a comin', rollin' 'round the bend. And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when. Stuck at Folsom Prison, time keep draggin' on.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking concerning the great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded on the pages of God's holy word. Desiring to lower her standards they watch every move that she makes.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded. On the pages of pure shining gold. . All the other birds flock around her.
Hey porter, hey porter, would you tell me the time?. How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line?. When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell?.
When I'm all through if I haven't been what they think I should be. If the total isn't high enough when they figure me. When I grow old if there's no gray from worry in my hair.
I still miss someone. At my door the leaves are falling. A cold wild wind will come. Sweethearts walk by together. And I still miss someone. . I go out on a party.
Well, I hear that train a comin'. It's rollin' 'round the bend. And I ain't seen the sunshine. Since I don't know when. . 'Cause I'm stuck in Folsom prison.
I hear that train a comin' it's rollin' round the bend. But I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when. Cause I'm stuck in Folsom Prison time keeps draggin' on.
At my door the leaves are fallin'. A cold wild wind will come. Sweet hearts walked by together. And I still miss someone. . I go out on a party. To look for a little fun.
Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend. I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when. Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on.
At my door the leaves are falling. A cold, wild wind has come. Sweethearts walk by together. And I still miss someone. . I go out to a party. And look for a little fun.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking concerning a great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded on the pages of God's holy word. Desiring to lower her standards they watch every move that she makes.
Johnny Cash, Roy Cash Jr.. . Out my door the leaves are falling. The cold wild wind will come. Sweethearts walk by together. But I still miss someone.
A young cowboy named Billy Joe. Grew restless on the farm. A boy filled with wonderlust. Who really meant no harm. He changed his clothes and shined his boots.
Sunshine and showers. And everything comin' up daisies. Oh, what a good thing we had gone bad. Oh, what a good thing we had. . Drive-ins and picnics. And every day was Saturday.
(by Roy Acuff). . What a beautiful thought I am thinking concerning a great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded on the pages of Gods' Holy Word.
Green, green, forty shades of green. . I close my eyes and picture. The emerald of the sea. From the fishing boats at Dingle. To the shores of Donaghadee.
Big River - Bill Monroe. (Album: Mr. Bluegrass; J. Cash). . Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,. And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky..