I looked over Jordan and what did i see?. Commin' for to carry me home. There was a band of angels, a-commin after me. Commin' for to carry me home. .
I do my best to hide this lowdown feelin'. I try to make believe there's nothing wrong. But they're always asking me about you darling. And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone.
I ride an old paint he's on the worryside. And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide. Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl.
Well, I think that I should tell you she's a go-er. And when she goes she won't come back no more. There ain't nothing like it when you've got her all alone.
Hey Babe, do you remember, back in 1969?. We gathered round the room; you sang yours and I sang mine.. We took turns with the guitar, in the front and centre seat..