Paper wings, all torn and bent You made me feel like They were heaven sent Paper wings, not real at all They took me high Enough to really fall Your
The finest silver needle Shouldn't ever slide between When lovers stand as parting friends Gonna put myself on a leaving train And I won't come back again
Saw a girl on the street from my home Like a fire on the hillside she shown And I knew right then that my best days were gone And I'd been, been in the
I had a real good mother and father And they surely stood the test And now are in bright glory And are sleeping on the Savior?s breast They set a good
I left home when I was twenty Just to see what I could find With a promise made to Mother To return at Christmas time But when the new year turned to
There's gotta be a song left to sing 'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't
One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show One monkey don't stop the show Whoa, so get on board Oh, one monkey don't stop the show
I want to sing that rock and roll I want to 'lectrify my soul 'Cause everybody been making a shout So big and loud, been drownin' me out I want to sing
Oh, my mother was just a girl, seventeen Oh, my mother was just a girl, seventeen And my dad was passin' through doing things a man will do And my mother
One mornin', one mornin' as work I begun What did I see ridin' out of the sun On the road from Lexington One rider, one rider beatin' the breeze Down
There's a hundred bluebirds Up above the clouds Putting all the color in the sky Twice as many tear drops There to wash it down Everyone's another lullaby
Lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule From the Alabama Trust Half of the cotton, third of the corn Get a handful of dust We cannot have all things to
I looked around and all up and down I never wasted time on two or three There's only one girl for me And there was a time she used to treat me fine But
Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio She?s a running around with her rag-top down She says I wanna do right but not right now Gonna drive to Atlanta and
A long time ago left my home For job in the fruit trees But I miss those hills with the windy pines Their song seemed to suit me So I sent my wages to
My first lover My first lover He was tall and breezy with his long hair down But he gets a little hazy when I think of him now My first lover My first
I made a lover's prayer I made a lover's prayer Then watched the sky Then wanted to cry So only you and I And how I try I made a lover's prayer I made
In the black dust towns of east Tennessee All the work's about the same And you may not go to the job in the ground But you learn the miner's refrain
