As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paine's, I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains. I offer'd her my hand, She
I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge. Ric is a blues guitarplayer. I met him one day on The green pastures of the Harvard
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe, But you're back where you belong. Go get me my pistol, babe, Honey, I can't tell right from wrong.
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze. With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn. I courted her proudly but now she is gone, Gone
Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan And sometimes I'm in the mood,
You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand
Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin' down
Now and then there's a fool such as I Pardon me if I'm sentimental, came to say goodbye Don't be angry, don't be angry with me, should I cry When you
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever
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Are you ready, are you ready? Are you ready, are you ready? Are you ready to meet Jesus? Are you where you ought to be? Will He know you when He sees
Oh well, I love you pretty baby You're the only love I've ever known Just as long as you stay with me The whole world is my throne Beyond here lies nothin
There's guns across the river aimin' at ya Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya Billy, they don't like
I cross the green mountain I sit by the stream Heaven blazing in my head I, I dreamt a monstrous dream Something came up Out of the sea Swept through
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot A pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot Don't it always go to show You never know what you
I was riding number nine Heading south from caraloine I heard that lonesome whistle blow I got in trouble had to roam I left my gal an' left my home