Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come on through. Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do? We're worried now but we won't be
(J. Shirl/E. M. Drake) My lady love, she stands a-waitin' far across the wide Missouri. On the banks I hear her callin' to me. [Chorus:] A-roll, a-
vain, but then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again. If you can't pray like Peter, if you can't preach like Paul, go home and tell your neighbor that
(George Archer) E inu tatou e Hara E inu tatou ite ava e E inu tatou e E inu tatou e Hara E inu tatou ite ava e E inu tatou e A rave hoi oe A rave
interesting but rhymes are mighty rough. I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, we'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and then we'd gobble
) We're running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder. 'Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe. It's ev'ry man aloft my boys or we'll be driven
in Tennessee, sweetest little gal that you ever did see. Works all day in a cotton mill. Makes her gin in a bathtub still. [Chorus:] Here we go, 'round again
heard this mystic melody. [Chorus] On an island in the ocean, not a human soul around, as I searched for bread and water, once again I heard this sound
(Stan Wilson) A rollin' stone gathers no moss. [Repeat] So, as far as I can see, I guess I was meant to be just a rollin' stone. A rollin' stone gathers
Don Carlos and La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell. I work at the ranch. I saddle her mare. I ride with the gun behind as she visits her friends here and there
of Halifax, for a gentleman to partake occasionally of ratafia which was--a light-flavored liquer of amazing potency--which originated in Middlesex and which we
fare or maybe I'll just have to ride the rail. If that mornin' train is right, I'll be home before that night and I hope no one will have to go my bail
