A child of three Reaches out to touch And only sees Pretty powder puffs Down the road A black child plays But the dreams he holds lie A cotton field
Huey was a captain with Andy Jackson He settled in Kentucky on a soldier?s pay It was two hundred acres and for almost as many years The land has borne
If you?re traveling down a dead-end road And need a place to lighten your load I know a spot on the edge of town With all you need to go around There
me You can fall like the rain And I will be a river Winding forever Strong and true I?ll carry you away To the peaceful water And lanterns on the levee
a thousand hooves Running 'cross the plains It felt like an earthquake When I first saw your face You were standing like a rock And suddenly I knew From
He built his life with his hands Put all he had into the land They came from nowhere on a cold dark wind The harvest disappeared But he survived the
m going south of everything Where the air is sweet and church bells ring Back where I come from, back where I belong Down where the sun shines in the rain And life goes by from
Every Sunday night Deacon Jones Would give a silver dollar to me On the way home my poor momma Would pry it from my hand And say it fell from heaven
more But the trains don?t run from Nashville anymore Just one more time I?d like to hear The rumble and the roar Taking lonely hearts like mine From
call her wild Iris If you said don?t, she would He had a love for her pure as diamonds Back when good times were really good Every night they would run From