American Recordings lyrics

So blue Lonesome too But still true
Rosie haunts me Makes me think of you
You're the one rose that's left in my heart, dear I love you, adore you, I do
Each night in dreamland we wander along Telling love stories anew When from a blue sky a black cloud came rolling Breaking my heart in two Oh we ought not to part I have said from the start You're the one rose that's left in my heart

Jesus I don't wanna die alone Jesus oh Jesus I don't wanna die alone

My love wasn't true Now all I have is you

Jesus oh Jesus I don't wanna die alone

Jesus If you hear my last breath

Don't leave me here Left to die a lonely death I know I have sinned but Lord I'm suffering

Jesus Oh Jesus If you hear my last breath

Wish I had a known ya
When you were a little younger
Around me you might have learned
a thing or two
If I had known you longer
You might be a little Stronger
And maybe you’d shoot straighter
Then you doooo
Maybe you’d shoot straighter
Then you do

As he walked into the poolroom
You could tell he didn’t fit
In his handmade boots, custom suits

[Recitation:] Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others find you in the light That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well That y

From the hands it came down

From the side it came down

From the feet it came down

And ran to the ground

Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew

The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life

To the branches of the tree

And the blood was the price

That set the captives free

And the numbers that came

Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues

Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues

Yes a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine

It'll shake all the trouble from your worried mind
Get rhythm when you get the blues

Little shoeshine boy never gets low down

But he's got the dirtiest job in town

Bendin' low at the peoples' feet

On the windy corner of the dirty street

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine,
I walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine,
I walk the line
As sure as night is dark and day is light

I hear the train a comin´
it´s rolling round the bend
and I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when,
I´m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin´ on
but that train keeps a rollin´ on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don´t ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

Why me Lord, what have I ever done To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known Tell me Lord, what did I ever do That was worth loving you Or the kindness you've shown.
Lord help me Jesus, I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, my soul's in your hand.

Back about eighteen and twenty-five

I left Tennessee very much alive

I never would've made it through the Arkansas mud

If I hadn't been riding on the Tennessee Stud

Had some trouble with my sweetheart's Pa

One of her brothers was a bad outlaw

I wrote a letter to my Uncle Spud And

I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

On a Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean

With the twilight colors falling

And the evening laying shadows

Hidden memories come stealing from my mind

As I feel my own heart beating out
The simple joy of living

I wonder how I ever was that kind

But the wild road I was rambling

Was always out there calling

And they said a hundred times I should have died

But now my present miracle

I got a friend named Whiskey Sam

He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam

He said is my country just a little off track

Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back

But, it's better than not coming back at all
Many a good man

I saw fall And even now,

every time I dream I hear the men

and the monkeys in the jungle scream

Drive on, don't mean nothin'

Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life

If I hadn't have shot poor

Delia I'd have had her for my wife

Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

I went up to Memphis

And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor

And I tied to her chair

Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

She was low down and trifling

And she was cold and mean

There once was a man who just couldn't cry

He hadn't cried for years and for years

Napalmed babies and the movie love story

For instance could not produce tears

As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry

He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan

Things got bad, but he couldn't cry

His dog was run over, his wife up and left him

There's a place I know where the train goes slow

Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb

There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove

Down where the willow and the dogwood grow

You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell

From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell

And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time

[Recitation:] Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others find you in the light That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well That y

I don't want no aggravation

When my train has left the station

If you're there or not,

I may not even know
Have a round and remember

Things we did that weren't so tender

Let the train blow the whistle when I go

On my guitar sell tickets

So someone can finally pick it

And tell the girls down at the Ritz

I said hello

Tell the gossipers and liars

Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons with thee

And if I have been unkind I hope that you will just let it go by And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you

The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars Restless by day And by night rants and rages at the stars God help the beast in me

The beast in me Has had to learn to live with pain And how to shelter from the rain And in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrained God help the beast in me