a mile on paper trail He's in for life He doesn't care It's worth the songs that put him there Four thieves gone Four thieves gone Four thieves gone Four
hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four
Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack. Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama
Well, they're buildin' the gallows outside this jail. I've got 25 minutes to go. And the whole towns waiting just to hear me wail. There's 24 minutes
Gather 'round people let me tell you 'bout Dupree Gather 'round people let me tell you 'bout Dupree And his woman back in 1903 Betty was her name said
How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand How many times must
Abilene, Abilene Prettiest town I've ever seen. Woman there, they don't treat you mean In Abilene. I sit alone, every night Watch the trains roll out
I looked over Jordan And what did I see, Comin' for to carry me home A band of angels Comin' after me Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet
Beautiful beautiful brown eyes Beautiful beautiful brown eyes Beautiful beautiful brown eyes I'll never love blue eyes again. Molly my darling, I love
The City Council met last night, the vote was four to three To tear the home town depot down and build a factory To take that stretch of history and
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, dear If you don't know by now It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, dear 'Cause it don't matter anyhow
Do do do do do Do do do do do Do do do do do. I was born in east Virginia North Carolina I did go There I loved a fair young maiden Whose age and name
Out in the west Texan town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me in Rosa's Cantina Music would play and Feleena would
When the sun goes back and the first quail calls Follow the drinking gourd The old man is a-waitin' for to carry you to freedom Follow the drinking gourd
Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that dont change come what may But our good times are all gone And Im bound
This is a story about a hip frog. And we're gonna pick up on it now and he's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'. You'll be able to tell
When I asked your mother for you She told me you were too young Now I wish I had never even seen your face Or heard your lying tongue So Saturday night
As I was a goin' over Kilgary mountain I met colonel Pepper and his money he was countin' I rattled me pistols and I drew forth my saber Sayin' "Stand
