(Hank Williams)

In the world's mighty gallery of pictures
Hang the scenes that're painted from life
There hang pictures of love and of passion
And there's pictures of sorrow and strife.

There hung pictures of youth and of beauty
Of old age and a blushing young bride
They all hung on the wall but the saddest of all
Are the pictures from life's other side.

(Hank Williams)

You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all parts
Where a living death is all that's left for men with broken hearts.

You have no right to be the judge to criticize and condemn

(Hank Williams)

A little girl prayed at the close of the day
'Cause her daddy had gone far away
On her little face was a look of dispair
I stood there and listened and I heard this prayer.

My mama says daddy had brought us too shame
I'm never no more to mention his name
Lord, take me and lead me and hold to my hand
Oh, heavenly father help me understand.

(Billy Rose - Ray Henderson - Mort Dixon)

Too many parties and too many pals
Will break your heart someday
Too many boyfriends and sociable sals
May drive your sweetheart away.

Gentlemen of the jury
The judge's speech began
The scene was a crowded courtroom
And the judge a stern old man.

This prisoner here before you
Is a social enemy
A lady of the evening

(Bonnie Dodd)

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of distrust it will sow
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw.

A neighbor was passing my garden one time
She stopped and I knew right away
That it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind
And this is what I heard my neighbor say.

(Fred Rose)

I've just been to heaven with someone so true
I dreamed about mama last night
She read me the Bible like she used to do
I dreamed about mama last night.

She never close her eyes to sleep till we were all in bed
And on party nights when we come home she often sat and read
We little thought about it then for we were young and gay

(Hank Williams)

I was walking in Savannah past a church decayed and dim
When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew
Till I found myself envired in a little colored pew.

Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow nearly wild
On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child

(Virgil P. Brock - Blanche K. Brock)

(Spoken)
Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone
I'll live in mem'ry's garden dear with happy days we've known
In spring I'll wait for roses red when fades the lilacs bloom
And in early fall when brown leaves fall I'll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain for battles to be fought