I want to go all over the world. And start living free. I know that there's somebody who. Is waiting for me. I'll build a boat, steady and true. As soon as it's done.
When the iceberg hit,. Oh they must have known,. God moves on the water. Like Casey Jones.. . So I walked downtown. On my telephone,. And took a lazy turn.
When I cross over. I will shout and sing. I will know my savior. By the mark where the nails have been. . [Chorus]. By the mark where the nails have been.
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone. In them hollarin' pines. He made a little whiskey for himself. Said it helped to pass the time. . Late one evening in back of my house,.
We lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule. From the Alabama trust. For half of the cotton and a third of the corn. We get a handful of dust. . We cannot have all things to please us.
Oh the night came undone like a party dress. And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess. The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls. And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girls.
The fairest bloom the mountain know. Is not an iris or a wild rose. But the little flower of which I'll tell. Known as the brave agony bell. . Just a simple flower so small and plain.
Darling remember from when you come to me. That Im the pretender,. I?m not what I'm supposed to be. But who could know, lf I'm a traitor?. Times the revelator, revelator.
When I cross over. I will shout and sing. I will know my savior. By the mark where the. Nails have been. . [Chorus]. By the mark where the. Nails have been.
(Gillian Welch). Well nothing new has passed this way in a long time. Maybe nothing's ever gonna come. And nothing seems to grow outside my window. I think I'd better go and get me some.
Paper wings, all torn and bent. But you made me feel like they were heaven sent. Paper wings, not real at all. But they took me high enough to really fall.
Nobody knows what waits ahead. Beyond the earth and sky. Lie-d Lie-d Lie. I'm not afraid to die. . And there the work of my own hand. Be broken by and by.
I figured out most of the lyrics, but there are a few spots where I'm not quite sure.. Hence, the dashes.. . Caleb Meyer, he lived alone. In them hollarin' pines.
Leased twenty acres. And one jimmy mule. From the Alabama Trust. Half of cotton, third of corn. Get a hand full of dust. . We cannot have all things pleasin'.
(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings). Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile. Baby blue with them wire wheels. I took her home the day that she was adverstised. He said she leaked when, it would rain.