tonight you might see this wanted man I might be in Colorado, Or Georgia by the sea Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be If you
: San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die And long ago
: Love is a burning thing and it makes a firery ring bound by wild desire I fell in to a ring of fire... I fell in to a burning ring of fire I went
: He turned the water into wine He turned the water into wine In the little Cana town The word went all around that He turned the water into wine
: I don't know where I'm bound I don't know where I'm bound Whistles calling me away leaving at the break of day and I don't know where I'm bound Can
seems to help a troubled soul. One of these days and it won't be long. I'll rejoin them in a song. I'm gonna join the family circle at the Throne. No,
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San
: Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel, The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well. I strolled along the sidewalk '
long ago. There was a time on earth, When in the book of Heav'n An old account was standing For sins yet unforgiv'n; My name was at the top, And many
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna
Darlin' companion, come on and give me understandin'. And let me be your champion: a hand to hold your pretty hand in. Darlin' companion, now you know
He turned the water into wine He turned the water into wine In the little Cana town The word went all around that He turned the water into wine
I don't know where I'm bound I don't know where I'm bound Whistles calling me away leaving at the break of day and I don't know where I'm bound Can'
(Thomas Dorsey) Oh well, I'm tired and so weary But I must go alone Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes Well the morning's so bright
San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die And long ago
Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel, The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well. I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath
tonight you might see this wanted man I might be in Colorado, Or Georgia by the sea Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be If