m down in the Bristol jail and all I do is cry 'Cause the jury found me guilty and the judge says I must die I'm just a poor young mountain boy Ain't
I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man and I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian so I took me leave of there And I crossed the
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I didn't know You'd be in this place tonight Then again I thought you might Now I don't know what to do Does it show When my poor heart skips a beat
Leroy was a farmer and an honest man Would have lived in Oklahoma all his days He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land But a hard wind come
Bound down that long, lonesome highway just as far as I can go 'Til I outrun your memory I can't go home 'cause I can't face another day alone Now that
Come on pretty baby won't you take me by the hand I thought maybe that I could be your man And for a while - we could go in style Come on we're goin'
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been my home Sometimes the road was rocky 'long the way, boys But I was never travelin' alone
now But I'm a family man And it's the only life that I've ever known But I'm a Harlan Man Just as long as my luck and lungs hold out I'm a mountain man
My Grandaddy was a railroad man When I was young he took me by the hand Dragged me to the station at the break of dawn Said "boy I got to show you somethin
I work the graveyard shift - stay up all night long You'll wake up someday And find your good gal gone If you don't treat your baby right She'll come
and woe Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone But I'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home I was young on this mountain
Since you left me baby I've been true to you I don't run around with every gal in town The way I used to do I'm startin' over new Yours forever blue
I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man And I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian So I took my leave there And I crossed the
the Bristol jail And all I do is cry ?Cause the jury found me guilty And the judge says I must die I'm just a poor young mountain boy Ain't never been
Come on pretty baby, won't you take me by the hand? I thought maybe that I could be your man And for a while, we could go in style Come on, we're goin
