The finest hour that I have seen
Is the one that comes between
The edge of night and the break of day
It’s when the darkness rolls away
Great Song Lyrics
“Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin’ for a train / Feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans”
“I’d gladly walk across a desert with no shoes upon my feet”
“Maybe I didn’t love you quite as often as I should have”
Flipped into the wind
Like the ashes of her cigarette
He got scattered thrown on the breeze
As he tried to forget
He stopped loving her today / They placed a wreath upon his door / And soon they’ll carry him away / He stopped loving her today
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Love will abide, take things in stride
Sounds like good advice but there’s no one at my side
And time washes clean love’s wounds unseen
That’s what someone told me but I don’t know what it means.
Cause I’ve done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I’m gonna love you for a long long time
I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I’m drunk and dirty, don’t you know
But I’m still willin’
If you’re going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
I’m sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev’ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
All day I face the barren waste without the taste of water,
Cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry and souls that cry for water,
Cool water.
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nothing in my hand I bring
Simply to thy cross I cling
From “Rock of Ages”
Nice…
A friend wrote a song with this line included
And when I see Him there, I’ ll always know,
It’s my unworthiness, wearing His rightiousness
And the operator says forty cents more for the next three minutes
Please Mrs. Avery, I just gotta talk to her,
I’ll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, I just wanna tell her goodbye
I’ll play:
In the deep dark hills of Eastern Kentucky
That’s the place where I trace my bloodline
And it’s there that I read on a hillside gravestone
You will never leave Harlan alive
What a great song!!!
Never hear it before.
Awesome!!!
We were pulled apart because her mom did not agree and tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee.
With hurry drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eye. (Wow hurry home drops what a sweet way to describe tears.)
Marie is only 6 years old information please , Try to put me through to her in Memphis Tennessee.
I am through playing now .