echoes of sweet love notes gently fall Thru the forest stillness, As fond waiting Indian lovers call! When the lone lagoon Stirs in the Spring, Welcoming home
I had a home down in Texas back where the Bluebonnet grew I had the kindest old mother how happy we were just we two But one day the angels called her
ole home way down in New Orleans In the sunny south where the black boat flows that's where I long to be The Dixie land where the white cotton grows is calling
Words & Music by C.E. "Hank" Snow There's a heart that is broken today There is someone who waits far away One who's kneeling in prayer as she waits
I fixed the bell in a jiffy and I called the preacher done Who married us in the old boxcar for the train refused to run We mede our home in a boomer
alone I wanna be back home out on the Texas plains I wanna drink my java from an old tin can while the moon comes shinin' high I wanna hear the call
Written by Johnny McRae Recorded by Hank Snow Rough him up and shove him down Make him cry when he comes 'round Treat him any way you want After all
bear. He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse, Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for
boy Who'll be marked a hero on that Judgement Day. We wrote his dear old mother, sent his love to folks back home, And told her God had called him to