I know that cheatin? river runs by everybody? s door. And I might just fall in there anytime. ? Cause I? m the kind of man who makes decisions on his own.
The first strange town I was ever in. The county was hangin' a man. And nobody cared if he lived or he died. And I just didn't understand. . So I washed my face in the morning dew.
I'm the last of the babies of the World War 2. World War 2 and that's the one we didn't lose, I heard that. I was raised on biscuits, Spam and powdered eggs.
Well I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died. They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried. . It made a big impression on me although I was a barefoot kid.
(Girl you sure know how to say goodbye). You kissed me and you said I was a gentleman to you. You said I was a person you could trust. You told me that you love me in a way that couldn't die.
My names in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike. My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy?s bike. The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him.
Oh, the builders of this world have no use for me. While they were praising men of this world, I've been on my knees. But someday, I'll be needed there and I'll get my reward.
The first strange town I was ever in the county was hangin' a man. And nobody cared if he lived or he died and I just didn't understand. So I washed my face in the morning dew, bathed my soul in the sun.
Had my golf clubs on my shoulder. When you saw me first today. Wearin' my old army sweater. That you thought you threw away. . And when you saw me standin' there.
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died. They said, for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried. It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid.
"How old do you think I am?" he said. I said, "Well, I didn't know". He said, "I turned 65 about 11 months ago". I was sittin' in Miami pourin' blended whiskey down.
I Love little baby ducks, old pick-up trucks. Slow movin' trains and rain, I love little country streams. Sleep without dreams, Sunday school in May and hay.
I want to tell you all the story. 'Bout the Harper Valley widow wife. Who had a teenage daughter. Who attended Harper Valley Junior High. . Well, her daughter came home one afternoon.