There's a place near to me, where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country church There with mother we went and our Sundays we spent With
If she seems cold and bitter I beg of you Just stop and consider all she's goin' through Don't be quick to condemn her for things she might say Just
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet Took a penny from my pocket In his tin cup I did drop it I
I've had to burn most every bridge I've crossed, It seems that everything I've loved I've lost, When I met you I thought my luck had turned, Our
It's your own darn fault Hey, listen! We'll do the salty boogie 'Til the old barn tumbles down [ fiddle ] Now I'll be damned In my Sunday clothes With a cute little
Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed When the weather was a whizzin' cold? When the wind was a whistlin' round The house and the moon was yellow
Now, I'm just a simple guy But there's one thing sure as shootin' I hate those folks that think that they're So doggone high fa lutin I'd be the same
fast growing old Mama has left us alone Once we had friends,the little girl said Now we are asking a little for some bread Pennies for papa, the little
ripe A winter apple picked off in the fall But even as a youngin' I was not the bashful type 'Cause I could yell the loudest of them all. CHORUS I'm little
If any one could find the joy that true love brings a girl and boy we could, we could, you and I If any one could ever say that their true love was
My pappy used to tan my hide Out behind the barn He taught me to be dignified Out behind the barn But when he took that strap to me, and turned
I was just a very young fellow when I found my pretty flower Growing in a field of love one day When she told me that she love me then I knew that I
Take An Old Cold 'tater, performed by Little Jimmie Dickens When I was A little boy around the table athome. I remember fairly well when[A]Company
When you walk up to a juke box and you slip a nickel in, You bet your bottom dollar when that record starts to spin You'll hear a fiddle and a gittar
A little rain fallin', the little clock keep away the time Well now, a little rain keep a-fallin', on this little love of mine Little flowers bloomin', the little
when she's weary try a little tenderness She may be waiting just anticipating Things that she may never posses While she's without them try a little
, And He will, answer by and by; Now when you, Feel a little pary'r wheel turning, And you, know a little fire is burning. You will, Find a little
Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book He'll get another'n before the sun goes down 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little
