: Darlin' companion, come on and give me understandin'. And let me be your champion: a hand to hold your pretty hand in. Darlin' companion, now you know
: My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him
: (Thomas Dorsey) Oh well, I'm tired and so weary But I must go alone Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes Well the morning's so bright
: Wanted man in California, Wanted man in Buffalo Wanted man in Kansas City, Wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi, Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne
: San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die And long ago
: Love is a burning thing and it makes a firery ring bound by wild desire I fell in to a ring of fire... I fell in to a burning ring of fire I went
: He turned the water into wine He turned the water into wine In the little Cana town The word went all around that He turned the water into wine
: I don't know where I'm bound I don't know where I'm bound Whistles calling me away leaving at the break of day and I don't know where I'm bound Can
: I remember when I was a lad, times were hard and things were bad. But there's a silver lining behind every cloud. Just poor people, that's all we were
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San
: Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel, The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well. I strolled along the sidewalk '
: (F.M. Graham) Long ago (down on my knees) Long ago (I setted it all) Yes, the old account was settled long ago; (Hallelujah!) And the record's clear
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna
Darlin' companion, come on and give me understandin'. And let me be your champion: a hand to hold your pretty hand in. Darlin' companion, now you know
He turned the water into wine He turned the water into wine In the little Cana town The word went all around that He turned the water into wine
I don't know where I'm bound I don't know where I'm bound Whistles calling me away leaving at the break of day and I don't know where I'm bound Can'
(F.M. Graham) Long ago (down on my knees) Long ago (I setted it all) Yes, the old account was settled long ago; (Hallelujah!) And the record's clear
(Thomas Dorsey) Oh well, I'm tired and so weary But I must go alone Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes Well the morning's so bright