(Winfield Scott) Keep that candle burnin' bright, mama I'll be kind of late tonight, mama There's a yellow moon above me, mama Shinin' on the one I
know where we are But they tell us we're circling a star Well I'll take their word I don't know But I'm dizzy so maybe that's so I'm riding a big blue
where the crossroads meet It's a quarter moon in a ten cent town Time for me to lay my heartaches down Saturday night gonna make myself a name Take a
said don't ever be a miner For a miner's grave is all you'll ever own 'Cause the hard times everywhere I can't find a dime to spare These are the worst
this grew up in Houston off of Wayside drive Son of a charhop in some all night dive Dad drove a stock car to an early death All I remember was a drunk
(Rodney Crowell/Donivan Cowart) Mary took to running with a travelin' man Left her momma crying with her head in her hands Such a sad case, so broken
, when your jeweler's eye Peers into my soul O lord, I am overcome with shame Take me lord and purify Heal me with a word Lord, I beg a gift I dare not
where I am But one paper kid wasn't really so mean Just a little bit scarred and a little bit green And he'd heard of a place it was legal to dream So
) Mama never seemed to miss the finer things of life If she did she never did say so to daddy She never wanted to be more than a mother and a wife If
all I can but opportunity sure come slow Lord I'd be in the sun all day But I'm sweepin' out a warehouse in west L.A. But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
