there's a fork in the road ain't seem to make up my mind don't know which way to go i am sure running out of time i am all alone with my suitcase in
Riding at night through the wind and rain. Trying to find my way home. This weary traveler's been gone to long. I return, never more to roam. I've seen
On a starry night, down in Virginia I fell in love with a blue eyed girl Her kiss was warm, her touch was tender The sweetest one in all the world At
Poor Boy?s Delight As sung by the Infamous Stringdusters Would you dance with me, Molly? It?s Saturday night There?s a chill in the air Do you think
oh ill be home again rest your weary eyes oh i dont know when but not tonight oh driving to the wind pulled over to the side. the road is my my friend
Her train pulled into the station. She came over sat down. She said, "Dear, glad to see you." Then I heard that lonesome whistle sound. She wrapped her
Letter From Prison written by Geoff Bartley ::: Verse 1 ::: Last night I had the dream again and I held you in my arms I'd not yet been sent to this
High or low Sky or sea Locked inside Or just set free Have you become What you could be Or who could say It isn't me Guilt or blame It's all the same
There's a woman out side with her red dress on Giving me cause to recollect my mind She don't see me with my torn up blue jeans on Wondering why her
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Her train pulled into the station. She came over sat down. She said, "Dear, glad to see you." Then I heard that lonesome whistle sound. She wrapped
Riding at night through the wind and rain. Trying to find my way home. This weary traveller's been gone to long. I return, never more to roam. I've
::: Verse 1 ::: Last night I had the dream again and I held you in my arms I'd not yet been sent to this island for life and our daughters not yet born
On a starry night, down in Virginia I fell in love with a blue eyed girl Her kiss was warm, her touch was tender The sweetest one in all the world Chorus
Verse 1 I was born in Pennsylvania In 1851 I grew up on my father's farm, the youngest of three sons The Civil War was raging the year that I turned
Verse 1 Just yesterday the memory came to me Of the day I finally told you Our love wasn't meant to be The day I let you down I wanted to feel the wind
