Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems There's nothing there at all You just seem older than yesterday And you're waiting for tomorrow to call You draw
' near, We'll have to walk down where the field is overgrown Consumption's claimed his life and we dare not miss the sight, Of the train carrying Jimmie Rodgers
Well, I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women But not enough to give them my name
most, come on Chelsea Rodgers was a model But she really rocked and rolled She kept her tears up in a bottle Poured them out to save her soul Chelsea Rodgers
Me and Jimmie Rodgers used to ride them Rollin' boxcars in the summer time Jimmie, he'd play his guitar, I'd lay back And watch the stars and sip my wine
Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady" I'm gettin' married in the morning Ding dong the bells
Me and Jimmie Rodgers used to ride them rollin' boxcars in the summer time Jimmie he'd play his guitar I'd lay back and watch the stars and sip my wine
I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down A two-lane highway winding past a desert town A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand The shifting
Its of an Irishman I'm going to tell you Free from Ireland sailed away Where he was to he was not contended Made up his mind for to go away Early next
a love song when Jimmie Rodgers said goodbye He left a yodel for the cowboy they'll sing it now with tear dimmed eyes And he left every prairie lonely when Jimmie Rodgers
I'm lonely and blue, I'm down hearted too Nobody but you can cheer me You left me alone, you wandered from home Oh, why do you roam, my dearie? You promised
For weary weeks I waited And hoping for the best But blues will make me ramble And the rails are leading west I'm feeling oh, so lonesome Pleasure I
I'll pack my grip for a farewell trip Kiss Susie Jane goodbye at the fountain I'm going, said I, to the land of the sky Away out on the mountain Where
Dear sweetheart, as I write to you My heart is filled with pain For if these things I hear are true I'll never see you again They tell me, darlin', that
I woke up this morning The blues all around my bed I woke up this morning The blue's all around my bed I didn't have nobody To hold my aching head If
Oh ley-he-he-he, ah-le-oh-lay-he-he-he D'yo-del-ay-he-he, d'yo-del-ay-hee I just received your letter You're down and out, you say At first I thought
Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous? Why must we steal away to steal a kiss or two? Why must we wait to do the things we want to do? Why, oh why
when i was young i had dreams, my senses weren't repressed. emotions now mass produce, there will be none left soon enough, stuck held fast like fossils
