Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer? Well, thanks a lot that's kind of you, it's nice to know you care These days there's so much goin'
Don't abandon life Don't step away Don't give up that tune That you never could play If you're folding your tent And the gas pipes groan If every bone
Hey, how about this? A little conversation tonight Thinking aloud how we struggled to find Our place in the dizzy heights Don't often do this We never
I want to be good, I want to be strong But I treated him bad, I've done him wrong I've taken his money, I'm given him hell And he takes it all 'cause
Sitting 'round, talking 'bout old china and how the ladies hair will go to grey, paying for a speedy revolution, hoping those fine lines will go away.
Down by the old (not the new but the old) Mill stream (not the river but the stream), Where I first (not the last but the first) Met you. (Not me but
Hey old pal, how've you been doing I'm really not foolin', I'm so glad to see you Hey old pal, my life's been kind of crazy I'm ready to be lazy hangin
My old man had a rounder's soul He'd hear an old freight train Then he'd have to go Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone That's the reason they guessed
This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on. Old train, I can hear your whistle blow And I want
Virgil Caine is the name I served on the Danville Train So much cavalry came And tore up the tracks again In the summer of sixty-five We were hungry
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song It showed me how to laugh and how to cry It introduced me to some friends of mine And brightened up some
Well way down younder in the deep blue holler Yeah way back in the swamp where the snakes go crawlin' Shriveled old lady with a tombstone mouth
They have come to haunt the children They have come to walk the wind I can hear them as they rustle through the trees Looking for the love that killed
I can feel your body When I'm lying in my bed There's too much confusion Running 'round through my head It's making me so angry To know that the flame
Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood They bring back to memory the happy days of yore Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted No light
How old was i, 5 or 6 or so The innocent years, long ago Father on a chair reaching up so far Crowning the tree, with that old tin star And it shines
We have been gay going our way Life has been beautiful, we have been young After you've gone, life will go on Like an old song that we've sung When I
Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse Some day you'll own a home That