Porter Wagoner

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

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

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

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

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

(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)

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

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...

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...