I got the style but not the grace I got the clothes but not the face I got the bread but not the butter I got the winda but not the shutter But I'm
She lives in a house That's way back off the road There's a man with a lantern And he carries her soul A coal stove and a bed A skillet and a hound She
Don't go to church on Sunday Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the Bible I got my own special way Bit I know Jesus loves me Maybe
Well I woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold water Woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water
Well I hung on to Mary's stump I danced with a soldier's glee With a rum soaked crook And a big fat laugh I spent my last dollar on thee I saw Bill Bones
Well Zenora Bariella And Coriander Pyle They had sixteen children In the usual style They had a curio museum And they had no guile All they ever wanted
Cold was the night, hard was the ground They found her in a small grove of trees Lonesome was the place where Georgia was found She's too young to be
carry it She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule
There's a house on my block That's abandoned and cold Folks moved out of it a Long time ago And they took all their things And they never came back Looks
Well the moon is broken And the sky is cracked Come on up to the house The only things that you can see Is all that you lack Come on up to the house
I'm on a black elevator Goin down Little Joe from Kokomo It rattles to the ground The dice is laughin at the man that he throwed Your rollin over to
They hung a sign up in out town "if you live it up, you won't live it down" So, she left Monte Rio, son Just like a bullet leaves a gun With charcoal
Sun come up it was blue and gold Sun come up it was blue and gold Sun come up it was blue and gold Ever since I put your picture In a frame. I come
I've seen it all boys I've been all over Been everywhere in the Whole wide world I rode the high line With old blind Darby I danced real slow With Ida
Phone's off the hook No one knows where we are It's a long time since I Drank champagne The ocean is blue As blue as your eyes I'm gonna take it with
What's he building in there? What the hell is he building In there? He has subscriptions to those Magazines... He never Waves when he goes by He's hiding
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