doorway, Like a cat up in a tree. Sleeper come and go with me. A small farm in Wisconsin For a driftless man, Supper on the table, And a lover's tender
: (B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where
the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about 1,000 miles a day? Take one last
night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past the fisheries
no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness
can see Just how dark it has become Who knows no better angels now Who knows none but earthly light Who is waiting for a stranger On the king's highway
died Just a country boy that combed his hair And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl And he shook it
: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the
I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumblin' through the haze But there's killers on the highway now And a man can't get around So I sold my soul for
(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the
I can see Just how dark it has become Who knows no better angels now Who knows none but earthly light Who is waiting for a stranger On the king's highway
in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about 1,000 miles a day? Take one
last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past the
(B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where