Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh oh,
There's hot time in the old town, down town tonight Hot times in old town tonight There's hot time in the old town, down town tonight Hot times in old
It's the old ship of Zion It's the old ship of Zion It's the old ship of Zion I got on board early one mornin' I got on board Ain't no danger in the
She's got the mind of a child And a body peaking over the hill Well, she would if she could And she should but nobody will With her nails painted red
I thought we were gonna make that bridge, what did I know? Me and my expectations was always high 'Like A Rolling Stone' is playing on the radio It made
I was sittin? in the dressing room with Brownie Mcgee He was drinkin? that milk with that Dewar?s Whiskey Said John, there?s nothin? written anywhere
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up
I'm moving out of tombstone, yeah, with the sun behind my back I'm tired of people talking of things that I lack Ever since a week ago, the day he passed
Old man, he looks out the window You know, he gets quite a fright Whole world has gone and changed on him Feels like it was overnight He saw a world
The old folks don't talk much They talk so slowly when they do They are rich, they are poor Their illusions are gone, they share one heart for two Their
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song It showed me how to laugh and how to cry It introduced me to some friends of mine And brightened up some
Well way down younder in the deep blue holler Yeah way back in the swamp where the snakes go crawlin' Shriveled old lady with a tombstone mouth
They have come to haunt the children They have come to walk the wind I can hear them as they rustle through the trees Looking for the love that killed
Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood They bring back to memory the happy days of yore Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted No light
How old was i, 5 or 6 or so The innocent years, long ago Father on a chair reaching up so far Crowning the tree, with that old tin star And it shines
The tears have all been shed now We've said our last goodbyes His souls been blessed He's laid to rest Andit's now I feel alone He was moer than just
Old John Robertson He wore a Stetson hat People everywhere would Laugh behind his back No one cared to take Any time to find out What he was all about
