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| 2:25 | ||||
When you left you said you would not be returning
Nothing here you'd ever want to see again But each night you've come to visit me in mem'ries And won't you be a little quieter if you can Last night I heard you walkin' in the hallway And your footsteps sounded like a marching band And I haven't slept in so long I can't remember So won't you be a little quieter if you can [ fiddle ] Well you're back again tonight out in the kitchen I can hear you as you rattle the pots and pans Oh what I'd give to see you when you visit me Cause these lonely walls're driving me insane When you're finished with your bath please close the closet The dripping water sounds juts like a drivin' rain Each night I'm looking forward to your visit But won't you be a little quieter if you can I wish you'd be a little quieter if you can |
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| 3:17 | ||||
Nothing is colder than a heart that?s gone wrong
For when you love someone who knows right from wrong I once had a sweetheart that I loved more than life But another man won her and made her his wife But I could not condemn her or accuse him alone For two hearts are happy, who knows right from wrong Nothing is colder than a heart that?s gone wrong For when you love someone who knows right from wrong - Guitar - True love is a treasure more precious then gold And the comfort it brings us can?t be bought or sold To steal someone?s treasure, we are taught it?s wrong When your heart preaches who knows right from wrong Nothing is colder than a heart that?s gone wrong For when you love someone who knows right from wrong |
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| 4:18 | ||||
On past the Riley Fruit Farm in the country and across the Gundy Hills to Jopin Holler
An old man lived alone like a prisoner serving I'd never met a man like Albert Erving Albert never held a woman or a child you could see that loneliness had drove him wild He said I ain't seen a soul in three long years and down his lonely face came the tears His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime The floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn down Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around [ fiddle ] Everything in Albert's house was made by hand a picture carved in wood sat on a stand Such beauty in a face I'd never seen carved just below the picture the name Kathleen Albert held the picture close up to his face said my Kathleen adds beauty to this place I asked him who she was then came the tears He said she's not real she's just someone I've dreamed of all these years His house was filled... Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around |
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| 3:24 | ||||
A Place To Hang My Hat - Porter Wagoner
I can see it in your eyes I can tell you think that I Am Just some troubled soul So lost and all alone But I know each step I take Brings me closer to the day That I'll be walk'n on Those shining streets of gold ( Chorus ) Cause I' am just passing though Wearing holey clothes and shoes But it matters not just what A man has on This old place and blood of mine It's welled on browed time It's just a place to hang my hat Tell I go home ( Instrumental ) Mr I don't your name But I thank you for your change God bless you sir You must have Jesses in your life A little help along the way Never hurts to much these days Even though I know In his hands I'll be alright ( Chorus ) Cause I' am just passing though Wearing holey clothes and shoes But it matters not just what A man has on This old place and blood of mine It's welled on browed time It's just a place to hang my hat Tell I go home Oh it's just a place to hang my hat Tell I go home |
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| 2:39 | ||||
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| 3:19 | ||||
(Attention please Southbound bus loading Gate No 8
All aboard for Willow Springs Taboule Rogersville Paskanaw Ravanden Belaford Johnsborro Marktree and Memphis all aboard South all aboard please) I drive for the bus line to all points south I drive Guess I've heard a million stories from the folks that ride Have your tickets ready please and don't forget to check your grid And I'm a leavin' on another one of my hurried southern trips These big wheels roll in the heat and the cold When the thunder and the lightenin' whips And the folks that ride got a reason to ride on a hurried southern trips With a tear filled eyes a young girl got on board at Willow Springs She was bearing child and I didn't see a ring I'm on my way to Memphis she said through trembling lips At the unwed mother's home I'll end up my hurried southern trip A man stepped aboard in Memphis said do you remember me I rode here with you to Luthportworth in 1953 And I've been in prison all these years cause I made one bad slip And I took him home to Rogersville on a hurried southern trip These big wheels roll in... A soldier boy said hello Joe it's been a long long time Do you still make a special stop and the Shannon County Line It wasn't long till we were there to meet the folks he'd missed Tears of joy filled every eye on that hurried southern trip These big wheels roll in... (We will change buses here ladies and gentlemen for all point stops Be sure that you conform your reservation be sure to check your baggage and babies For Birmingham Knoxville Charlotte Gatlinsburg Curbville Mobile) |
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| 3:40 | ||||
There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor
He thinks he's Hank Williams hear him singing through the door There's a girl in 203, who stops by to visit me And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be There are lots of special people staying in or passing through And for one thing or another, committed to Parkview There's a girl in 307, coming down on thorazine And a superstar's ex-drummer trying to kick Benzedrine There's a boy just below me who's the son of some well-known He was brought in by his mother 'cause his daddy's always gone There's a bum from down on Broadway and a few quite well to do's Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview There's a girl who cries above me, loud enough to wake the dead They don't know what she has taken that has scrambled up her head There's a writer and a singer who has tried and tried and tried They just brought him in this morning an attempted suicide There are those that never made it, those that did but now are through Some came of their own good chosing,some committed to Parkview They wake us about 6:30, just before the morning meal While they're taking blood pressure, they ask us how we feel And i always say fantastic there ain't nothing wrong with me And then they give me my injection and i go right back to sleep The days are kind of foggy and the nights are dreamy too But they're taking good care of me, committed to Parkview |
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| 3:37 | ||||
This room is like a tomb quiet and still I can almost hear my heart breaking
But it won't cause there's a chance I might see you tomorrow But oh the agony of waiting You told me that someday you'd be my baby But I wonder if you know the agony of waiting all alone But I love you you know that or I wouldn't stand the pain And the agony of waiting in vain Here I am all alone again tonight waiting for the dawn to start breaking My eyes won't stay closed they wanna see you and oh the agony of waiting You told me that someday... |
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| 0:53 | ||||
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| 2:51 | ||||
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| 3:12 | ||||
The ceremony's beginning for the late love of mine
But there's no one attending but me and the mem'ries she left behind I watched as her love for me died a little at a time She tried in every way she could the late love of mine How could I expect a good woman to love a slave to the wine I knew someday I'd lose her the late love of mine The strong drink is made for the weak ones that won't stand by love that they find And I'm trying to bury the mem'ries of the late love of mine How could I expect... |
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| 3:36 | ||||
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| 4:24 | ||||
BROTHER HAROLD DEE
(Porter Wagoner) ??????짬 ??????짤 '71 Owepar Publishing ??????쨩 To a man and wife three sons were born on the same day a bright Sundy morn Three boys with exactly the same chance in life Their daddy was a wealthy man they'd know no hunger or strife Their names were Carroll Gerald and Harold Dee The years passed quickly it seemed for the three Carroll studied law with a bachelor's degree He'd read law books till way in the night To be the world's greatest lawyer was his goal in life Gerald studied numbers he was like a machine Adding subtracting multiplying accounting was his dream The books were untouched by the last of the three Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days Without eating or sleeping learning of God's ways The rest of the family would go to town but Harold Dee would stay home And through the woods and the fields he'd walk around Why they wouldn't even get him to the barbershop Several months passed and his folks told him this foolishness must stop His mama and daddy said his hair was a disgrace Not to mention the beard that grew long on his face At least they decided Harold Dee must leave home Unlike Carroll and Gerald he had no business of his own And his reputation was hurtin' the family name The weird boy with the beads and the sandals and the bangs Six years passed no one knew where he went Then the county was told a revival was a comin' in the world's biggest tent Why it seemed the whole county was there opening night not one empty seat When the missionary walked to the pulpit the crowd rose to their feet Everyone stared with shock and disbelief Whispers went through the crowd I believe that's Harold Dee The missionary held a closed Bible in his hands and spoke with a voice soft and kind And recited Genesis Matthews Mark Luke and John and Revelations line at a time It lasted four hours but not one left their seat God's power had been given and delivered by Brother Harold Dee In the fourth row from the front sat his mother and dad His two brother and their wives he looked at them and smiled and said God bless you for coming tonight let us pray God thank you for the great books that give knowledge to men Of science fiction figures and the laws of the land But most of all thank you for the Book of Life eternally Your Holy Bible that you taught every word to Harold Dee amen |
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| 3:21 | ||||
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| 1:09 | ||||
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| 6:04 | ||||