| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:14 | 
|
|||
|
Oh me, oh my-oh
Look at Miss Ohio She's a-running around with her rag-top down She says, I want to do right but not right now Gonna drive to Atlanta And live out this fantasy Running around with the rag-top down Yeah, I want to do right, but not right now Had your arm around her shoulder A regimental soldier And mama starts pushing that wedding gown Yeah, you want to do right, but not right now Oh me, oh my-oh Would you look at Miss Ohio She's a-running around with the rag-top down She says, I want to do right, but not right now And I know all about it So you don't have to shout it I'm gonna straighten it out somehow Yeah, I want to do right, but not right now Oh me, oh my-oh Look at Miss Ohio She's a-running around with her rag-top down She says, I want to do right, but not right now Oh, I want to do right, but not right now |
||||||
| 2. |
| 2:46 |
|
|||
|
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet soft and low When I'm broke and I got nowhere to go Been hanging 'round with a good-time friends of mine Hanging around with a good-time friends of mine Oh, they treat me very nice and kind When I've got a dollar and a dime We're in blues everywhere I see We're in blues everywhere I see We're in blues, honey, everywhere I see No one ever had the blues like me Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired Come tomorrow, I'll be satisfied If I can catch that fast train and ride So, make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet soft and low Babe, I'm broke and I got nowhere to go |
||||||
| 3. |
| 3:28 |
|
|||
|
Standing on the corner with a nickel or a dime
There used to be a rail car to take you down the line Too much beer and whiskey to ever be employed And when I got to Nashville, it was too much soldier's joy Wasted on the wayside, wasted on the way If I don't go tomorrow, you know I'm gone today Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Black highway all-night ride Watching the times fall away to the side Clear channel way down low Is coming in loud and my mind let go Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall If I can't have you all the time, I won't have none at all Oh, I wish I was in 'Frisco in a brand new pair of shoes I'm sitting here in Nashville with Norman's Nashville blues So come all you good time rounders listening to my sound And then drink a round to Nashville before they tear it down Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Hard weather, driving slow The buggies and the hats in town for the show Oh darling, the songs they played Are all I got left of the love we made Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine Back, baby, back in time I wanna go back when you were mine |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:13 |
|
|||
|
I had a real good mother and father
And they surely stood the test And now they're in bright glory And are sleeping on the savior's breast They set a good example for me And they taught me how to pray Now I truly converted And walking on the narrow way I know that if I can not meet them on high Then how lonely I will be For what good is my journey If I miss out on eternity I had a real good mother and father And they surely stood the test And now they're in bright glory And are sleeping on the savior's breast |
||||||
| 5. |
| 5:39 |
|
|||
|
One monkey don't stop the show
One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board There is a purpose, a running keep There is a captain with a steady wheel One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board Here comes the slow train Here comes the slow train Here comes the slow train So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board She's at the station, running slow Ready for leaving and she's gonna go One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show So get on board Here comes the freight train Here comes the freight train So get on board |
||||||
| 6. |
| 3:15 |
|
|||
|
Oh, my mother was just a girl, seventeen
Oh, my mother was just a girl, seventeen And my dad was passing through Doing things a man will do And my mother was just a girl, seventeen It's a wonder that I'm in this world at all It's a wonder that I'm in this world at all And I have a life to claim Though I really don't know my name It's a wonder that I'm in this world at all Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name But it's written up in the sky And I'll see it by and by Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Well, I had a good mother and dad just the same Well, I had a good mother and dad just the same And they took me to their rest And they surely stood the test Yes, I had a good mother and dad, the same Well, there ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Just another baby born To a girl lost and lorn Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Now and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind Now and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind And on the crowded street I see A stranger's face that looks like me Now and then, there's a lonesome thought in my mind Well, there ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name But I'll see it by and by 'Cause it's written up in the sky Ain't one soul in the whole world knows my name |
||||||
| 7. |
| 3:19 |
|
|||
|
Saw a girl on the street from my home
Like a fire on the hillside she shone And I knew right then that my best days were gone And I'd been, been in the lowlands too long Oh, I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I know, I know that I should go And I've been in the lowlands too long This is not how it was at the start There's a doubt and a blame in my heart And it's no one else, no fault but my own And I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I know, I know that I should go And I've been in the lowlands too long What is this weight in my mind And what is this new sense of time It's the open fields and the friends that are gone And I've been in the lowlands too long I can sing out at all sing a song I can do nothing all the day long But I can't do right and I know I'm wrong And I've been in the lowlands too long Oh I've been in the lowlands too long Oh, I know, I know that I should go And I've been in the lowlands too long |
||||||
| 8. |
| 3:14 |
|
|||
|
There's gotta be a song left to sing
'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet That's got a little left One little drop of falling rain One little chance to try again One little bird that makes it home now and then One little piece of endless sky One little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinking There's gotta be a song left to sing 'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little note that ain't been used One little word ain't been abused a thousand times In a thousand rhymes One little drop of falling rain One little chance to try again One little bird that makes it every now and then One little piece of endless sky One little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise and I start thinking Gotta be a song left to sign 'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet 'Til there's nothing left |
||||||
| 9. |
| 5:03 |
|
|||
|
I made a lover's prayer
I made a lover's prayer Then watched the sky Then wanted to cry It's only you and I And how I try So, I made a lover's prayer So, I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer Help me rise above What I'm thinking of Just a little more love Just a little more love I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer |
||||||
| 10. |
| 4:56 |
|
|||
|
Look out boys, 'cause I'm a rollin' stone.
That's what I was when I just left home. I took every secret that I'd ever known And headed for the wall Like a wrecking ball. Started down a little road of sin Playin' bass under a pseudonym. The days were rough, and it's all quite dim, But my mind cuts through it all Like a wrecking ball. Oh, just a little 'Deadhead Who's watching, Who's watching. I's just a little 'Deadhead. Won a dollar on a scholarship. I got tired and let my average slip. And I's a farmer in the pogonip Of a weed that I recall was like a wrecking ball. I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin. She showed me colors I'd never seen And drank the bottom out of my canteen Then left me in the fall Like a wrecking ball. Standin there in the morning mist, A Jack & Coke at the end of my wrist. Yes, I remember when first we kissed, Though it was nothing at all Like a wrecking ball. Hey, boys, a little 'Deadhead Who's watching, Who's watching. I's just a little 'Deadhead, Too much trouble for me to shake Oh, the weather and the blinding ache We was ridin high 'til the eighty-nine quake Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall Like a wrecking ball. |
||||||
|
