Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,. And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River..
But the land was already claimed by a people when the cowboy came and when the soldiers came.. The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways a story of tragedy,.
I'd sing more about moral of this land. But all God's children ain't free. I'd open up every door I can. 'Cause all God's children ain't free. . I met a beaten broken man.
Well, I asked an old truck driver. About life out on the road. If he does a lotta singing. When he's bringing in his load. . If there's a pretty waitress crying for him.
I'm comin' Lord, for my heavenly reward. I'm comin' home to you, can you see me comin' thru. Thru clouds of persecution, and stumblin' on my way. I 'spect I'm only makin', 'bout a half a mile a day..
I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone. I've got a pain I can't explain and it keeps on hanging on. You were gone on morning and I held on tight.
Hey you got hair, long an' black. Hangin' down in the middle of your back. Don't you cut it off whatever you do. I need it to run my fingers through. .
Oh, What A Dream. . I dreamed I walked in a field of flowers. Oh, what a dream. The houses all were silver towers. Oh, what a dream. Beside the road an angel sat,.
Like a sweet rippling mountain stream. Goes the sound of the banjo on Cripple Creek. Never beginning never ending just rippling on and on. So does the land just ripple on and on.
Well the drums rolled off in my forehead. and the guns went off in my chest. Remember carrying the baby for you. Crying in the wilderness. . I lost track of my friends, I lost my kin.
My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the dobro this a way and he'd go.
Verse 1. Come on, come on. Its going to get crazy in the city. ASkin God is he really coming back to get me. or playing with yeaa. And everything i ever learned as a child.
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.. I keep my eyes wide open all the time.. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.. Because you're mine, I walk the line..
Here's a song called Virgie that I wrote for Aunt Virgie Haughs and I dedicate it to her husband, to her children and the countless people that loved her so much..
I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mood. Now you talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude. She had me talkin' to myself gazin' at that mean ol' wall.
Train of love's a-comin', big black wheels a-hummin'. People waitin' at the station, happy hearts are drummin'. Trainman tell me maybe, ain't you got my baby.
You're gonna break another heart, you're gonna tell another lie. Well here I am and there you go, you're gone again. I know you're gonna be the way you've always been.
It took a mighty good man with salty hands. And a mighty long raft to keep the fore before the act. You take ten good men and guts and luck. And you might navigate the whirl and the suck.
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder.. One of the four beasts saying "come and see",. and I saw, and behold a white horse.. . There's a man going around taking names,.
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder.. One of the four beasts saying "come and see". and I saw, and behold a white horse.. . There's a man going around taking names.