I'll come back. With the sugar shack. Smell in my hair. Train take me there. I'll have eyes. That have seen the wilds. Of Pennsylvania. In the winter-time.
( Hootenholler Compilation ). . Oh baby, please take a look at me. Our cattle's on the clothesline spree. And i've got nowhere else to be. So let's get under the apple tree.
Remember we held you, our bodies pressed against you. We required nothing more than what you'd provided for. The rings, they tell me how sickness befell you.