As I travel through this pilgrim land I have a Friend who walks with me He'll lead me safely through this sinking sand Out of Calvary, hey This is my
One more love song. I generally like to include at least one or two love songs in the evening's program, partly perhaps to convince people that even at
I am reminded at this point of a fellow I used to know who's name was henry, only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was he spelt it hen3
Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie
You trust in money, you trust in gold You pray for riches from heaven above You build a mansion from a pile of sand You trust in power But you bite the
I feel the heavy hand of truth upon me I feel the deadly sin of pride It separates the highest form the lowly It separates love from you and I I hear
Hi I'm Kid Sister and I'm stackin' money Drinkin' all night got you feelin' right Better get your right hand hi I'm Kid Sister and I'm stackin' money
Too much pressure, gonna self explode The baggage keeps on pilin' up My future dangles from the end of a rope No coat tails to sew on my coat This is
Come with me And use your fantasy A secret galaxy A nomansland Come with me Forget reality Believe in destiny Come take my hand Enjoy your life
Ever since my life began, There've been times I need somebody here, To help me understand. I can find my plan with a helping hand from you. Your help
I am nothing without his ghost within And all your wooden eyes cannot see The good hand upon me I took my shelter 'neath the familiar tree I'm livin'
A classroom circle slowly drifts on I knew right then I'd carve your name, so I Save your charity It's gone too far now as it seems I drive by your scenery
Let me use your toothbrush Have you got a clean shirt? My panties in a wad At the bottom of my purse I walk into the street The air's so cool I'm wired
He was a tall man raised up from the fields out pickin' cotton In a hard land where the ground was poor and the wood was rotten But when he saw her all
About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war I saw my first pistol in the general store In the general store when I was thirteen Thought it was
She reminds me of the one in school When I was cut and she was dressed in white And I couldn't take my eyes off her But that's not what I took off that
I heard a song coming down from a ceiling And got a feeling from a long, long time before I hear a voice sing, ?Smile on your brother? My mother and her
She was a waitress down in New Orleans She had a broken past He worked the oil rigs over in Corpus Out on a weekend pass He sat down at the end of the