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Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned Raised him on the banks of a river bed On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree A home for my papa

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Thou art the Potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after Thy will, While I am waiting, yielded and

Come heed me, my brothers, come heed, one and all Don't brag about standing or you'll surely fall You're shining your light and shine it you should But

By the way the land is layin? I think I?d be safe in sayin? That over the next hill we?ll be home It?s a straight and narrow highway No detours and no

I prayed to feel more joy in my salvation A selfish prayer I finally came to know For the greatest joy while living comes to me when I am giving Giving

Hush a bye my baby Slumber time is comin' soon Rest your head on mommie's breast While daddy hums a tune Oh, the old folks were hummin' Banjos were strummin

Have a little drink No, thank you, brother Want to get rich? Don't need it brother Wanna fool around? No, thank you sister Ain't you heard that That

I saw a way worn traveler in tattered garments clad And struggling up the mountain, it seemed that he was sad His back was laden heavy, his strength was

When I was a child my family would travel Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered