was whispering, I was trying to make out what it was Last night the wind was whispering something, I was trying to make out what it was Yeh I tell myself
: (Bill Halley) I'm growing tired of the big city lights Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights In all my dreams I am roaming once more Back to
: (Ralph Stanley, Carter Stanley) I sit here alone on the banks of the river The lonseome wind blows and the water runs high I can hear a voice call
ancient light That is not of day They were calm, they were gloomed We knew them all too well We loved each other more than We ever dared to tell
: I'm beginnin' to hear voices and there's no one around I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday as she passed by
: Every step of the way, we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray We're all boxed in, nowhere
: Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, little star Up comes Brady in a 'lectric car Got a mean look all 'round his eye Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see them die
: Most of the time I'm clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the sign Stay right
: Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade
: In the lonely night in the blinking stardust of a pale blue light You're coming through to me in black and white when we were made of dreams You're
: (Robert Johnson) If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come, Send for my baby, man, and she don't come, All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can
: Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're
: Come all you lads of high renown that will hear of a fair young maiden And she roved out on a summer's day for to view the soldier's parading They
I'm just goin' down the road feeling bad Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door. I'm goin' down the river, down to New Orleans They tell
: I can't wait, wait for you to change your mind It's late, I'm tryin' to walk the line Well, it's way past midnight And there's some people all around
: A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got
(Robert Johnson) If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come, Send for my baby, man, and she don't come, All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can'