Sybil sits in a rocking chair. Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares. Sound of a fiddle floating through the air. . From the Jones boy across the holler.
Kicked in his door at 5 A.M.. "I've come for my bike" I told the repo man. My 920's gonna take me far today. You can travel for miles and never leave L.A..
Can you tell me what happened to the blossom. Blackberry blossom when the summertime came?. The blackberry blossom, oh the last time I saw one. Was down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring.
Time is red. Time is deadly. Time under glass. Time will tell. . The tale of the widow. Who walks her web. Mourning the night. Mourning the dead. . Did you lose him to a broom.
I took the time to write to my old friend. I walked across that burning bridge. I mailed my letter off to Dallas but. Her reply came from Anchorage, Alaska.
It's 5 a.m. in Amsterdam. And this is how I know. Not by the voice on my portable radio. The batteries are old. . It's 5 a.m. in Amsterdam. And this is how I know.
Consecrate your soul. Or there's gonna be hell to pay. You've got them where they live. Come the Judgment Day. . Father, forgive our sins. Mother, forgive us too.
Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle. Since the Mormon's come to town. And to run out of beer means a run to Gladewater. Highway 79 thirty miles on down.
Well, she's a rocker, she take after me. She's a roller, rollin' a the family. She's a rock 'n roll baby, a real gone twister. . But I'm tellin' you mister, don't you mess around.