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I am an orphan on God's highway
But I'll share my troubles if you go my way I have no mother no father No sister no brother I am an orphan girl I have had friendships pure and golden But the ties of kinship I have not known them I know no mother no father No sister no brother I am an orphan girl But when He calls me I will be able To meet my family at God's table I'll meet my mother my father My sister my brother No more orphan girl Blessed Savior make me willing And walk beside me until I'm with them Be my mother my father My sister my brother I am an orphan girl |
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I lease twenty acres and one Jenny mule
From the Alabama trust Half of the cotton, a third of the corn Ya get a handful of dust Chorus: And we can not have all things to please us No matter how we try Until we've all gone to Jesus We can only wonder why I had a daughter called her Annabelle She's the apple of my eye Tried to give her something like I never had I didn't want to ever hear her cry Chorus When I'm dead and buried I'll take a hard life of tears For every day I've ever known Anna's in the churchyard, she's got no life at all She's only got these words on a stone Chorus Until we've all gone to Jesus We only wonder why |
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I got an old V-8 from the year I was born
Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford The engine's clean, I could paint it someday But most of the time I like it this way Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by Well I used to talk tough, I used to get loud Want to paint my name all over this town The folks lined up just to dog my day Now if i stay quiet, they stay out of my way Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by I got a brand new plan, I'm gonna help myself 'Cause it's a fat man's town, I'm gonna share the wealth Put the money in the bag, keep your hands in sight Turn around, count to ten, and I go back into the night Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by Don't come over here, Don't scream don't cry Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by I got an old V-8 from the year I was born Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford |
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Oh the night came undone like a party dress
And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girls Well she tosses and turns because the sun is unkind And the heat of the day is coming in through the blinds But leave all the blue skies for the rest of the world Because the neon will shine for the barroom girls Oh the barroom girls go by your side Like the ponies who pass on a carousel ride And all of the colors go 'round in a swirl When you dance in the arms of the barroom girls Now she rolls to her feet when she can't sleep no more And looks at her clothes lying out on the floor Last night's spangles and yesterday's pearls Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls Last night's spangles and yesterday's pearls Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls |
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A long time ago I left my home
For a job in the fruit trees But I missed those hills with the windy pines For their song seemed to suit me So I sent my wages to my home Said we'd soon be together For the next good crop would pay my way And I would come home forever One more dime to show for my day One more dollar and I'm on my way When I reach those hills, boys I'll never roam One more dollar and I'm going home No work said the boss at the bunk house door There's a freeze on the branches So when the dice came out at the bar downtown I rolled and I took my chances One more dime to show for my day One more dollar and I'm on my way When I reach those hills, boys I'll never roam One more dollar and I'm going home A long time ago I left my home Just a boy passing twenty Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer For my luck has turned against me One more dime to show for my day One more dollar and I'm on my way When I reach those hills, boys I'll never roam One more dollar and I'm going home One more dollar Boys I'm going home |
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When I cross over
I will shout and sing I will know my savior By the mark where the nails have been By the mark where the nails have been By the sign upon his precious skin I will know my savior when I come to him By the mark where the nails have been A man of riches May claim a crown of jewels But the king of heaven Can be told from the prince of fools By the mark where the nails have been By the sign upon his precious skin I will know my savior when I come to him By the mark where the nails have been On Calvary Mountain Where they made him suffer so All my sin was paid for A long, long time ago By the mark where the nails have been By the sign upon his precious skin I will know my savior when I come to him By the mark where the nails have been |
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Paper wings, all torn and bent
But you made me feel that they were heaven sent Paper wings, not real at all But they took me high enough to really fall Your paper kisses faded too soon Just like a paper rose beneath a paper moon Paper wings, paper wings Oh how could I expect to fly with only paper wings Angels were singing, didn't you hear If only I'd listened close when they whispered in my ear Paper wings, paper wings Oh how could I expect to fly with only paper wings I tried to fly but found that I had only paper wings |
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Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
No gold plated sign in a marble pillared room The one thing I want when they lay me in the ground When I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't leave no trace of the hiding place Where I made that evil stuff For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me When I was a child way back in the hills I laughed at the men who tended those stills But that old mountain shine, it caught me somehow When I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't leave no trace of the hiding place Where I made that evil stuff For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me Oh tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream 'Cause Satan he lives in my whisky machine And in my time of dying I know where I'm bound So when I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't leave no trace of the hiding place Where I made that evil stuff For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me |
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The fairest bloom the mountain knows
Is not an iris or a wild rose But the little flower of which I'll tell Known as the brave acony bell Just a simple flower so small and plain With a pearly hue and a little known name But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom For they know that spring is coming soon Well it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills Where the snow lies deep on the windy hills And it tells the world "why should i wait This ice and snow is gonna melt away" And so i'll sing that yellow bird's song For the troubled times will soon be gone |
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There's a hundred bluebirds
Up above the clouds Putting all the color in the sky And twice as many teardrops There to wash it down Every one's another lullaby But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely There's a world of trouble Trying to take its turn I can hear it shaking underground And half a dozen lessons I might never learn Not until them troubles come around But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely There's a mile of blacktop Where the road begins It takes a time or two to recognize Growing at the roadside Scattered by the wind Are everybody's unsaid sad goodbyes But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely But there's only one and only Who could go and leave me lonely |
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