My daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterday It showed a line of wagons movin' some place far away That picture made my daddy smile, it
I met her at the mission Living just this side of sin Her mouth was soft and when she spoke Lord, I fell right in She had a baby in a blanket A dollar
Maybe, I pray too much, maybe, I'm wastin' God's time Livin' without your touch is driving me out of my mind If you could only see how much you matter
Ain't got no place that I call home I'm just a drifter with a razor and comb Every night another cheap hotel Yes, you could say I ain't doing too well
Pistol in my pocket, whiskey on my face I guess this time the devil sent the bottle in his place Well, I lived to see the morning's sun Well, I make my
I stood up for you when you married I thought you were one lucky guy You had the world in your pocket She had that look of love in her eye You called
Last drag on a Lucky One more swallow in the glass Spend my time like dirty money Each hour longer than the last It's easy to remember All the times
There's a new star in my sky There's a new song in my life Some may take love casually But I know what it's worth to me I would count the steps from
Well, you sit alone and stare at the cloudy sky I stand in the doorway, wonder why There's no tenderness in the words we said There's no sense in pretending
Left this town with a memory and nothin? to my name But an old guitar and a melody running through my brain People said, ?You crazy fool, ain?t never
You said, "Someday I'm gonna break your heart" The first time that we met Were you warnin' me, just seein' how close I'd get We lay down in a lover's
When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak and the spirit grows numb When these things
Got a heart as big as all I know Got a bag of candy for the girl next door She's all grown up and I'm telling you, son I'm gonna marry her the ditch
Ever since she was a baby Settin' on her daddy's knee Had him wrapped around her finger Doing anything she pleased She had a way of getting what she
Well, the seasons come, and the seasons go. And the reason you left, guess I'll never know. There will be others, yes, I know it's true. But they won
Up every mornin' just to keep a job I gotta fight my way through the busslin' mob Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain While another day goes down
Tulkojums: Ketchum, Hal. Swing Low.
Tulkojums: Ketchum, Hal. Sirdis ir Gonna Roll.
