She was heavy with child and he had a hungry look They were out on the road just waitin' to be took And I wasn't much better, all I owned in a sack But
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
The blues the come and the blues they go Don't hold your breath, they'll be coming back Make you step outside that life you lead Feel the blues fade
She had five hundred dollars that her grandma left She said for a rainy day A hundred more from the general store Where she stocked the shelves for
Lady Margaret was standing in her own room door A comb in her long yellow hair When who did she spy but Sweet William and his bride As to the church
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'
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
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
At the end of the summer there's a couple of days Before the weather starts shiftin' and changin' it's ways The winds blow so gently on the things lovers
I've played cards in England I've gambled in Spain Goin back to Carolina Gonna play my last game Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds I've known you
Made up my mind to go Some place so far away, I headed west Without a sad goodbye No hugs or tears that way, it's probably for the best Sent cards
There's a tale they tell down in old Wolf County Of a murderous husband and his family of three One day a neighbor from over the hill He found them
I live in five rooms, but they don't feel like home Since our dreams are shattered by two hearts made of stone Sittin' in the livin' room don't feel
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
Well, I wish I was in London Or some other seaport town I'd set my foot on a steamboat And sail the ocean 'round While sailin' around the ocean Sailin
Chorus: Hard pressed we can find a way Night is almost gone It'll be another day If we're hard pressed we can find a way Fears, trials, and troubles
I tried to tell you that we'd make it through somehow You wouldn't listen and I wouldn't blame you now I ain't got money but I sure got bills to pay
Few are chosen, few ever see the light of day Through the eye of the needle one or two will make their way We're all searching for the same thing, a little