Country boy, ain't got no shoes Country boy, ain't got no blues Well, you work all day while you're waitin' to play In the sun and the sand, with a face
[Chorus:] I never picked cotton But my mother did And my brother did And my sister did And my daddy died young Workin' in the coal mine When I was just
I was totin my pack along the long dusty Winnamucka road When along came a semi with a high canvas covered load If your goin' to Winnamucka, Mack with
We saw houses falling from the sky Where the mountains lean down to the sand We saw blackbirds circling 'round an old castle keep And I stood on the
Take one fresh and tender kiss Add one stolen night of bliss One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy Memories are made of this. Don't forget a small
The lights In the harbor Don't shine for me I'm like a lost ship adrift on the sea Sea of heartbreak Lost love and loneliness Memories of your caress
Lord have mercy on me Was the kneeling drunkard's plea And as he knelt there on the ground I know that God in heaven looked down I went down by an old
So blue Lonesome too But still true Rosie haunts me Makes me think of you You're the one rose that's left in my heart, dear I love you, adore you,
Maybe I'll be able From down on my knees Oh I am weak Oh I know I am vain Take this weight from me Let my spirit be unchained Old man swearin' at the
Jesus I don't wanna die alone Jesus oh Jesus I don't wanna die alone My love wasn't true Now all I have is you Jesus oh Jesus I don't wanna die alone
Rowboat Row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
You wired me awake And hit me with a hand of broken nails You tied my lead and pulled my chain To watch my blood begin to boil But I'm gonna break I
There's a southern accent, where I come from The young'uns call it country The Yankees call it dumb I got my own way of talkin' But everything is done
I give my woman half my money at the general store I said, "Now buy a little groceries, and don't spend no more." But she gave ten dollars for a ten
Rowboat row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
You wired me awake And hit me with a hand of broken nails You tied my lead and pulled my chain To watch my blood begin to boil But I'm gonna break I'
There's a southern accent, where I come from The young uns call it country the Yankees call it dumb I got my own way of talkin' But everything is done
Country boy Ain't got no shoes Country boy Ain't got no blues Well you work all day while you're waitin' to play In the sun and the sand, with a face