Well this job I've got is just a little too hard, Running out of money, lord, I need more pay. Gonna wake up in the morning lord, gonna pack my bags,
All the years combine They melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end, there's just a song Comes crying like the wind Through all
Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went
Well I taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry, Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. Tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood
to see that you've done better by me, Better by me than I've done by you. What's to be found, racing around, You carry your pain wherever you go. Full
for the love of this maiden; Down went his hand for the gun that he wore. My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead
toodeloo Hello, baby, I'm gone, goodbye Half a cup of Rock and Rye. Farewell to you old Southern skies I'm on my way, on my way. They say that when your
sea, ship of fools sail away from me. It was later than I thought when I first believed you, Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools. Saw your
When they come to take you down When they bring that wagon 'round When they come to call on you and drag your poor body down Just one thing I ask of
All the years combine, they melt into a dream, A broken angel sings from a guitar. In the end there's just a song comes cryin' up the night Thru all
of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan. Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your
minutes We'd be headin' in the terminal gate. Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone; Cut your engines, cool your wings, And
Well this job I've got is just a little too hard, Running out of money, Lord, I need more pay. Gonna wake up in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags,
better watch your speed Trouble ahead Trouble behind and you know that notion just crossed my mind Trouble ahead The Lady in Red Take my advice you be better off dead
Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life Run me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow, run me out in the cold rain and snow Well
could not leave her there. Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea, Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company, If I tell another what your
