I pulled into Nazareth just a feelin' 'bout a half past dead. I just need to find a place where I can lay my head. Mister can you tell me where a man might find a bed?.
Standin' out in the night,. Delilah took me down. To see the widow bring. Rain to the town.. It's against the law. To be a tonic man,. But the widow know.
Virgil Caine is my name, and I served on the Danville train. Til Stonewall's Calvery came and tore up the tracks again. In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive.
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Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train. 'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and it tore up the tracks again. In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive.
Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train. 'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. In the winter of sixty-five. We were hungry just barely alive.
Dm F G Bb. Old man go to the river. C A7 Dm F7. To drop his bale of woes. Bb G F Dm. He could go if he wanted to. Bb G7 F Dm G7. It's just a boat to row you know listen to me now.
I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead. I just need some place where I can lay my head. 'Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?'.
Rag Mama rag, can't believe its true.. Rag Mama Rag, what did you do?. Crawled up to the railroad track. Let the four nine-teen scratch my back. . Sag mama sag now.
Got my motor runnin'. Little girl, are you comin'. Keep your candle burning bright. . Soon as you are ready. Hold that ladder steady. Come tread softly through the night.
Come down to the manger, see the little stranger. Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the prince of peace. The wheels start turning, torches start burning. And the whole wise men journey from the east.
Over by the wild wood. Hot in summer night. We lay in the tall grass. 'Til the early mornin' light. . If I had my way. I'd never get the urge to roam.
It all started out by a word of mouth. Moving fast on a whim. It went all through the suburbs, the north and south. And when it finally got back to him.
Virgil Cane is my name. And I served on the Denville train. Till Stoneman's calvary came. And tore up the tracks again. . In the winter of '65. We were hungry just barely alive.