Down in the holler there's a thriving town A treasure trove that makes the world go 'round, When the city barons bring their legal papers and guns, Oh
trade lie shopworn and old The skills of the master done died with his soul And the worklike routine is so lonely and cold Cold as the clay, dark as
Went out last night to take a little round, I met a little Sadie and I blowed her down, Bummed a ride home, got in to bed, 44 smokeless under my head
Omie, Little Omie, I will tell you my mind, my plan is to drown you and leave you behind, Have mercy on my baby and spare me my life, I'll go home as
Rich man, poor man, beggar or thief, no matter which one in this life you lead If you think you've reached the top of the world just look all around
, the pictures and the magazines had told him so California cotton fields, where labor camps were filled with worried men and broken dreams, California cotton fields, was as close to wealth as
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear
Willie moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore her
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they
Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue, Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you, Remember when you were fresh and bitter
Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears, But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears The sermon soothes the simple
for he had seen Pictures in magazines that told him so California cottonfields Where labor camps were filled With worried men with broken dreams California cottonfields As close to wealth as
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it
