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
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 in some old fashioned book
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
Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck When the ink starts to
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
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
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
[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
Cash Johnny Non Album Tracks Tennessee Stud Jimmy Driftwood / Warden Music BMI (1994) Back about eighteen and twenty-five I left Tennessee very much
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
Why me Lord? What have I ever done? To deserve even one Of the blessings I've known Why me Lord? What did I ever do? That was worth love from You And
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
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
: 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
: (Nick Lowe) 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
: (Kris Kristofferson) 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
: (Glen Danzig) Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck When
: [Introduction - A Cowboy's Prayer:] Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better As it stood That day you finished it so long