Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet soft and low When I'm broken I got nowhere to go Been hangin
Paper wings, all torn and bent But you made me feel like they were heaven sent Paper wings, not real at all But they took me high enough to really fall
Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die And there the work of my own hand Be broken by and by Lie
Leased twenty acres And one jimmy mule From the Alabama Trust Half of cotton, third of corn Get a hand full of dust We cannot have all things pleasin
I figured out most of the lyrics, but there are a few spots where I'm not quite sure. Hence, the dashes. Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin
Oh, the night came undone like a party dress And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls And they crept
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines And he made a little whiskey for himself Sip it up to pass the time No one at the back of my house
I want to go all over the world and start living free I know that there's somebody who is waiting for me I'll build a boat, steady and true as soon as
I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just
Everything is free now That's what they say Everything I ever done Gonna give it away Someone hit the big score They figured it out That we're gonna
Balled out wasted and I feel I'm going down Balled out wasted and I feel I'm going down Goodbye darling, I been good till now I went walking with a girl
[Incomprehensible] I can't be called Begged or bought If you wanna be my Johnny on the spot Honey now, now, now Honey now, now, now You know later won
The fairest bloom the mountain know Is not an Iris or a wild rose But little flower of which I'll tell Known as brave acony bell Just a simple flower
Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lied, lied, lie I'm not afraid to die And there the work of my own hand Be broken by and by
Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love A winding ribbon with a band of gold A silver vision, come and rest my soul I dream a highway back to you John
I am an orphan on God's highway But I'll share my troubles if you go my way I have no mother, no father No sister, no brother I am an orphan girl I
I got an old V-8 from the year I was born Don't look like much just a flat black Ford But the engine's clean, I could paint it someday But most of the
When I cross over I will shout and sing I will know my Savior By the mark where the nails have been By the mark where the nails have been By the sign