Down in the willow garden Where me and my true love did meet It was there we went a courting My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine
Family history, I don't know too much, family history, I don't keep in touch With my mother and father quite like I want to do There's some family history
Left the cold and rain behind, I drove out west to Memphis South across the Mississippi line, I rolled my window down Big river runnin' on my right,
Born in the mountains, many years ago Climbed these hills and valleys through the rain and snow I've seen the lightning flashin', heard the thunder roll
The seeds of this war were sewn in our father's time And every bomb will plant some more fear and hate Let's break this chain of history before it gets
One evening for pleasure I rambled On the banks of some cold purling stream I set down on a bed of primroses And I gently fell into a dream I dreamt
This world is made with sweat and toil, pushing muscle and elbow oil We can't lie too long in the shade, cause every day must be remade Some days you
John Riley came form Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger The place was strange
I have a friend lives up in Portland, I stayed there with him one time He had a new a pair of high-top sneakers, didn't fit him but they fit me fine
Well met, well met, my own true love Well met, well met, cried he I've just returned from the salt, salt sea And it's all for the sake of thee I've
I can only tell you what I see, two lonely people you and me Both want out and both want in, neither knows where to begin You can draw a line there in
I try to travel around with less and less I tried them all and the simple way is the way that's best I save a lot of time not havin' to choose What color
Where are my mama and daddy They came a long time before me Now we've come on the steamship Atlantic From our home far across the stormy sea I have
We have our moods sometimes we might get out of synch We might even have a fight if we have to much to drink I guess she has her own shape and I know
Me and Dirk took a little trip Across the sea on a big air ship Riley Baugus came along Helped us play our banjo songs Prettiest place that I've ever
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still In a lonely spot near where I was killed By a red man defending his native land In the place that they call
I'm one of the few, proud to be standing I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather But my
pay for your room Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad Maybe that day the lonely road wasn't so bad I saw this and said that I'd buy it for Tim
