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I know I should be back in East Tennessee
I've got a little gal waiting there lonely as could be
I'm out here on this highway I was born to roam
I've always been a drifter this highway is my home
Missing her has never slowed me down
I get tired of the city catch a ride to another town
But I know I should be back in East Tennessee
I wonder just how long she'll be waiting there for me
Sometimes I get lonesome lord knows I do
I'll put my thumb out in the wind and head somewhere new
Maybe I will join here when my time comes to go
Until then I'm on the road again loving her coast to coast
Missing her has never slowed me down
I get tired of the city catch a ride to another town
But I know I should be back in East Tennessee
I wonder just how long she'll be waiting there for me
The rattle of a boxcar puts my mind at ease
I always feel right at home when I feel that western breeze
Each mile tells a story that helps the time go by
I'm dying to know what's at the end of that long white line
Missing her has never slowed me down
I get tired of the city catch a ride to another town
But I know I should be back in East Tennessee
I wonder just how long she'll be waiting there for me
Missing her has never slowed me down
I get tired of the city catch a ride to another town
But I know I should be back in East Tennessee
I wonder just how long she'll be waiting there for me
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Where Grass Won’t Grow
03:36
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The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me
On a twelve-acre farm on a ridge in south Tennessee
We left our sweat all over that land behind a mule we watched grow old row after row
Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor that grass won't grow
There was one old store in the holler we all called town
It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown
He gave credit in the wintertime so we could live through the cold when wind brought the snow
Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor that grass won't grow
The one I loved walked through those fields with me
He was a hardworking man, as true as one could be
But last year death was going 'round and swiftly took its toll he had to go
Now he lies asleep underground, so poor, that grass won't grow
As I stand here looking over this part of Tennessee
The fields are bare as far as the eye can see
And over the grave where my love lies there's a beautiful sight to behold and no one knows
Why there's flowers blooming on ground, so poor, that grass won't grow
Now there's flowers blooming on ground, so poor, that grass won't grow
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Lonesome
02:56
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I come in at night to a home so lonesome
Pitter-patter of your little feet as you run and hide
It's not the faucet that you hear but the dripping of my tears
Wishing tonight to the lord that I could die
Lonesome to feel your arms around me
Lonesome to feel my arms around you
Lonesome to kiss those sweet lips that once were mine
Lonesome for your sparkling eyes of blue
I've heard of the word they call lonesome
Until now I've had no idea
If you don't know what it means I can show you shattered dreams
I can tell you exactly how it feels
Lonesome to feel your arms around me
Lonesome to feel my arms around you
Lonesome to kiss those sweet lips that once were mine
Lonesome for your sparkling eyes of blue
Lonesome to feel your arms around me
Lonesome to feel my arms around you
Lonesome to kiss those sweet lips that once were mine
Lonesome for your sparkling eyes of blue
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4. |
Blues Are Close at Hand
02:39
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Well the blues are close at hand
They're coming faster than I planned
The blues walked in when you walked out the door
I'm all alone tonight
Yeah they've got me in their sights
The mean ol' blues keep knocking at my door
Well the blues are coming
I see 'em coming
An' I know that they're chasing after me
Oh the tears in my eyes
Oh the tears that I've cried
The mean ol' blue just won't let me be
Wondering if she'll miss me
My heart is broke I don't know what to do
Will the sun come up tomorrow
I'll beg and steal and borrow
I'll do anything to keep from being blue
Well the blues are coming
I see 'em coming
An' I know that they're chasing after me
Oh the tears in my eyes
Oh the tears that I've cried
The mean ol' blue just won't let me be
Well my heart keeps on cryin'
I keep on trying
Got to put this pain behind me and go on
But the blues keep movin' in
The way you left me was a sin
An' I just can't believe you're really gone
Well the blues are coming
I see 'em coming
An' I know that they're chasing after me
Oh the tears in my eyes
Oh the tears that I've cried
The mean ol' blue just won't let me be
Well the blues are coming
I see 'em coming
An' I know that they're chasing after me
Oh the tears in my eyes
Oh the tears that I've cried
The mean ol' blue just won't let me be
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This old house ain't much but it has everything that we need
There's food on the table for our two little kids and they both have shoes on their feet
I made you a promise back when we were young when I said till death do we part
Girl you know you're the only one that's ever held the key to my heart
So why are you crying sweetheart I'm not doing you wrong
Is there another who makes our nights cold and long
When you lay your head down at night who are you dreaming of
When are you going to tell me that you're no longer in love
I come home every day to a house that's empty and cold
You're working late again or so I've been told
Then you walk through the door with tear-stained eyes and want to be left alone
Girl I know I'm not to blame, who's been doing you wrong
So why are you crying sweetheart I'm not doing you wrong
Is there another who makes our nights cold and long
When you lay your head down at night who are you dreaming of
When are you going to tell me that you're no longer in love
So why are you crying sweetheart I'm not doing you wrong
Is there another who makes our nights cold and long
When you lay your head down at night who are you dreaming of
When are you going to tell me that you're no longer in love
When are you going to tell me that you're no longer in love
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She was the parsons only daughter
And a poor sharecroppers dream
Voice as sweet as falling water
From the cool clear mountain stream
We came to share a love forbidden
A union cursed by family
To be forever unforgiven
When we swore eternity
We settled hard on 20 acres
Plowed the fields and worked the land
But then the fever came to take her
With its unforgiving hand
I tried to soothe her aching body
But no peace I could provide
She said I hear the angels singing softy
I'm bound to cross that great divide
Take me to the river (Take my ashes to the river)
Where it's cold and deep (Where the water's cold and deep)
Take me to the river (Take my ashes to the river)
Pray my soul to keep (Pray the lord my soul to keep)
A mournful morning late November
Faithful to her last desire
I burned her body down to embers
Scooped the ashes from the fire
Down on the banks of the Blackstone River
For to drown her memory
As her spirit I delivered
I hear her calling out to me
Take me to the river (Take my ashes to the river)
Where it's cold and deep (Where the water's cold and deep)
Take me to the river (Take my ashes to the river)
Pray my soul to keep (Pray the lord my soul to keep)
Take me to the river (Take my ashes to the river)
Where it's cold and deep (Where the water's cold and deep)
Take me to the river (Take my ashes to the river)
Pray my soul to keep (Pray the lord my soul to keep)
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7. |
Little Glass of Wine
03:44
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Come little girl let's go get married
My love is so great, how can you slight me
I'll work for you both late and early
At our wedding my little wife you'll be
Oh Willie dear, let's both consider
We're both too young to be married now
When we're married, we're bound together
Let's stay single just one more year
He went to the bar where she was dancing
A jealous thought came to his mind
I'll kill that girl, my own true lover
Before I let another man beat my time
He went to the bar and called her to him
She said Willie dear, what you want with me
Come and drink wine with the one that loves you
More than anyone else you know, said he
While they were at the bar a-drinking
That same old thought came to his mind
I'll kill that girl, my own true lover
I'll give her poison in a glass of wine
She laid her head over on his shoulder
Said Willie dear, please take me home
That glass of wine that I've just drinkin'
Has gone to my head and done me wrong
He laid his head over on the pillow
Let me read you the law let me tell you my mind
Molly dear, I'm sorry to tell you
We both drank poison in a glass of wine
They folded their arms around each other
They cast their eyes into the sky
Oh God, oh God, ain't this a pity
That'a both true lovers are bound to die
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8. |
Ramblin’ Woman
02:53
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You been handing me a lot of sweet talk
About things you want us to do
You're talkin' about settlin' down
In a dream house built for two
Well, I hate to disappoint you
But I don't fit in to that plan
For I'm a ramblin' woman
And you're a home-lovin' man
Yes, I'm a ramblin' woman
Lord, I hope you understand
Cause you know a ramblin' woman's
No good for a home-lovin' man
There's a whole lot of places
My eyes are longin' to see
Where there is no white cottage
No baby on my knee
And there's a whole lot of people
Just waitin' to shake my hand
And you know a ramblin' woman's
No good for a home-lovin' man
Take all of that sweet talk
And give it to some other girl
Who'd be happy to rock your baby
And live your kind of world
For I'm another kind of woman
Got a different set of plans
You know a ramblin' woman's
No good for a home-lovin' man
Yes, I'm a ramblin' woman
Lord, I hope you understand
Cause you know a ramblin' woman's
No good for a home-lovin' man
Yes, I'm a ramblin' woman
Lord, I hope you understand
Cause you know a ramblin' woman's
No good for a home-lovin' man
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Last night again in sweet dreams I wandered
Back to the days long gone by
When I crossed the wildwood that longed in my childhood
I woke up with tears in my eyes
I walked through the places and looked at the faces
And left for the sweet by-and-by
But I crossed them backwoods where that old shack stood
I woke up with tears in my eyes
Well some sweet day I'm making a journey
Not telling anyone goodbye
I don't want nobody weeping, weeping while I'm sleeping
Or waking up with tears in their eyes
I walked through the places and looked at the faces
And left for the sweet by-and-by
But I crossed them backwoods where that old shack stood
I woke up with tears in my eyes
Last night again in sweet dreams I wandered
Back to the days long gone by
When I crossed the wildwood that longed in my childhood
I woke up with tears in my eyes
I walked through the places and looked at the faces
And left for the sweet by-and-by
But I crossed them backwoods where that old shack stood
I woke up with tears in my eyes
I walked through the places and looked at the faces
And left for the sweet by-and-by
But I crossed them backwoods where that old shack stood
I woke up with tears in my eyes
But I crossed them backwoods where that old shack stood
I woke up with tears in my eyes
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10. |
Mason’s Lament
03:35
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My house is stone, my hands are muddy
I've worked my fingers to the bone
But still I find my life a-wanting
There is no strength to carry on
I'm gonna climb up to the top of the mountain
Gaze across the golden sunset sky
I'll catch a glimpse of the early moonlight
Look for a home way up on high
You know I tried to live the good life
By working stone and turning clay
Flesh is weak, the spirit stronger
My life is soon to pass away
I'm gonna climb up to the top of the mountain
Gaze across the golden sunset sky
I'll catch a glimpse of the early moonlight
Look for a home way up on high
Throughout the years I've often wondered
Where I would find a lasting peace
The mountains always seem to whisper
Come here you'll find what you will seek
I'm gonna climb up to the top of the mountain
Gaze across the golden sunset sky
I'll catch a glimpse of the early moonlight
Look for a home way up on high
I'm gonna climb up to the top of the mountain
Gaze across the golden sunset sky
I'll catch a glimpse of the early moonlight
Look for a home way up on high
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Old Time Angels
03:11
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Out in Knoxville, beside the river
There's a spirit, out wandering
First you'll feel, the wind on your shoulder
Then you'll hear her start to sing
Little Maggie's still got her pistol
And Pretty Polly's got her spade
Darlin' Corey she's a'coming for you
She's gonna dance upon your grave
Look out for us old-time angels
We'll not serve you anymore
For we're up here in these mountains
Seeking vengeance for the score
Little Sadie drives that wagon
For to haul your body away
And Omie Wise sits right beside her
In the Tennessee River they'll make you pay
Look out for us old-time angels
We'll not serve you anymore
For we're up here in these mountains
Seeking vengeance for the score
Look out for us old-time angels
We'll not serve you anymore
For we're up here in these mountains
Seeking vengeance for the score
For we're up here in these mountains
Seeking vengeance for the score
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