(Robert Johnson) If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come, Send for my baby, man, and she don't come, All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can'
ancient light That is not of day They were calm, they were gloomed We knew them all too well We loved each other more than We ever dared to tell
Ev'ry time my baby an' me we go uptown Police come an' they knock me down Cocaine, all around my brain. Hey, baby, won't you come here quick; This old
The light In this place Is really bad Like being In the bottom Of a stream Any minute now I'm expecting To wake up From a dream Miss so much The softest
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, little star Up comes Brady in a 'lectric car Got a mean look all 'round his eye Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see them die
Well I wandered alone, Through a desert of stone, And I dreamt of my future wife. My sword's in my hand, And I'm next in command, In this version of
Come all you lads of high renown that will hear of a fair young maiden And she roved out on a summer's day for to view the soldier's parading They march
(Bill Halley) I'm growing tired of the big city lights Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights In all my dreams I am roaming once more Back to
They''ll drag you down, they run the show Ain't no tellin' what they'll do. Tell Ol' Bill when he comes home Anything is worth a try Tell him that I'
'Twas in the year of '82, In the springtime of the year, I left my mother and a home so dear All for that girl on the greenbriar shore. My mother, she
(Ralph Stanley, Carter Stanley) I sit here alone on the banks of the river The lonseome wind blows and the water runs high I can hear a voice call out
Most of the time I'm clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the sign Stay right
In the lonely night in the blinking stardust of a pale blue light You're coming through to me in black and white when we were made of dreams You're blowin
Broken lines broken strings Broken threads broken springs Broken idols broken heads People sleeping in broken beds Ain't no use jiving Ain't no use joking
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of
Every step of the way, we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray We're all boxed in, nowhere to
I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say I don't care where you go or how long you stay Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more