Down the road, come a junco partner He was loaded as could be He was knocked-out, knocked-out loaded And he was singin' this song to me Six months
You know I am gettin' tired doing all the work my self (Man you ain't doin' all the work) I just can't seem to get the help around here (Oh, Johny don
(Ory/Gilbert) I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans And miss her each night and day I know I'm not wrong because the feeling's Getting stronger the longer I
I have often walked down this street before But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before All at once am I several stories high Knowing I'm on
Oh please, don't talk about me when I'm gone Although our friendship ceases from now on Hey Carmen, if you can't say anything real nice The way it's better
Somewhere my love, there will be songs to sing Although the snow covers the hopes of spring Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold And there are
'S wonderful! 'S marvelous You should care for me 'S awful nice! 'S paradise 'S what I love to see You've made my life so glamorous You can't blame me
Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start We're in a world, our very own Sharing a love
And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadow of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're
In a quaint caravan There's a lady they call The Gypsy She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will go right If you only
We lived our little drama We kissed in a field of white And stars fell on Alabama Last night I can't forget the glamor Your eyes held a tender light
If your whole life somehow Wasn't much till now And you've almost lost Your will to live No matter what you've been through Long as there's breath in
South American stories Tell of a girl who's quite a dream The beauty of her race Though you'll doubt all the stories And think the tales are just a bit
I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know
Somewhere, someday We'll be close together, wait and see Oh, by the way This time the dream's on me You'll take my hand And you'll look at me adoringly
Do you hear that whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka