Sybil sits in a rocking chair Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares Sound of a fiddle floating through the air From the Jones boy across the holler
This boy named Eddie used to set the fields on fire He's the only one I know who dared to name his desire In a county where the dairy men all had milking
Lay down your burdens Lay down your cares The Holy Virgin She's gonna greet you up there With a big can of spray paint With a big blank wall And I can
Down at the Cold War Institute They were signing new recruits He went down to the station in his three piece suit Now she had cried for him to stay But
Try and forget it yet it keeps you awake Live to regret it when the fever breaks Lighting up a cigarette even the slow hand shakes But it's a cold sweat
I know it's cold comfort They found him a guilty man But it don't feel like justice And it wasn't a first offense Heavy drink was on his breath Her death
Frankie was a good woman Everybody knows She gave her man Johnny a hundred dollar bill Just to buy one suit of clothes Frankie went down to the barroom
Jump Jim Crow, jump Jim Crow How do you do, you walk so slow Like a little red rooster with one trick leg Looks like you the one laying the egg I don'
Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle Since the Mormon's come to town And to run out of beer means a run to Gladewater Highway 79 thirty miles on
If she had it to do All over again It would be a photograph She would have a wide grin But no, it was an artist With a longing, loving style So when
Almost caught me a coyote today A lowdown skunk of a dog I say I fired my gun as he slunk away But he'll be back again It ain't been easy since my husband
When I leave this town you will not see me cry An East Texas town with all the wells run dry Looking to the sky, waiting for a change No sign of rain
Send me a dozen long stem roses I tell you what I will do I'll bend them into a crown of thorns And send it right back to you Your love, love, love Don
I thought I knew what I was doing I was wrong Mistakes I've made and lived to tell I tell them in a song I knew a river wide and deep Her banks were
Memories of East Texas And those piney green, rolling hills Covered in the springtime With golden daffodils Rowing on Sandy lake come April Harvesting
Well, I'm admitting I was drifting When I came into your harbor But I feel my spirits lifting Like a wind just off the starboard bow Now, I know I swore
If love was a train I think I would ride a slow one One that would ride through the night making every stop If love was a train I would feel no pain And
Billy Barlow was a poor boy That's why he robbed the Union Grove Bank He was a sweet talking ladies man That's what he'd have ladies all to think Oh,