Motherless Children (traditional) Now motherless children Have a hard time with mother dead Motherless children Have a hard time when mother is dead
Well, Double R.J. is older now, he stays up watching the night snow fall Black bound book on the table, dusty beside card tricks and games Yeah, one by
Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name Burny pocked his arms with a pack of Camel Lights Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying And
Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone Walking around at midnight baby Looking for my marking stone I was born-out this way I was born
Drums are still playing I can see them marching close This he walks like a shadow And that he dances like a ghost The one that looks like Jimmy, Lord
It was not two days, night and a day And I look back at the man I was before A sorry stranger banged up on a shore Your warm arms tore the walls down
Roll Away The Stone Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Dust
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you There's just one kind of favor I'll ask you You can see that my
Hip-pocket flask at the ready Step-light downed by the glass, yeah Honey, what's that nail doing in my head? Just a minute ago I was shooting from a saddle
Tried my hand at company, wine poured out for two Blue charade that I have made while lying next to you Take the next thing home, my dear, leave me to
Sail the Jordan When that trouble is getting hard up here You and I know better to tell there Get on a boat, sail the Jordan and jump in the river
Someone To Save Me Well I ain't got room For all this misery Yeah well I ain't got no room, no room For all this misery Well I ain't got room Yeah
Hey brother don't you sing so quiet, no I need a beacon to guide me through the night Oh let me hear your hosanna come on and let me hear your prayer
Calculated entry in the class of circumspection Reasoning, bargaining the last few drams of spirits The serum of one's foolishness, oh, and truth be told
That's alright, that's alright... My soul gonna sit up in the kingdom, that's alright Some say Peter , some say Paul But one God made us all and my soul
See the black crow fly Flyin' through the sky Yelln'and the wind is howlin' Won't you tell me why? See the black crow flyin' Flyin' through the sky Yelln
Where Do I Go Now Walk for a hundred miles Got me A thousand more to go I walk a hundred miles Got a thousand more to go I can't quit my walking
Watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone Throw up a leg and try to beg your way back home Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot Everything's