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an urgent stop
By the shadow
Of the dome

We were brothers in arms
With a mission in life
Standing on holy ground

But the church is just an implement
sweet home.
No place but Texas;
My home, sweet home.

When I die I hope they bury me 
By the Pedernales River, 'neath a white oak tree,
Where I can
gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
And in the morning this old world won't be the same
Show me the way, Lord!
name
And time has come for me to die
Then wrap me in my cape
And lay my sword down at my side

Then place me on a ship of Oak
And let it drift with
weep over me
Let Your tears wash me clean
Majesty, be merciful with me
For my eyes have seen Holy

Hear my prayer at night
Let the morning find me
to the rainbow's end

They say there are treasures 
Of silver and gold 
Buried down by the rainbow's end
But the treasure I'll find 
Will bring me real peace
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder, them
First emergency, doctors performing procedures
Jesus,
covered my roots
You are the dancing Virginia
In black leather boots
Come as a silver morning
Come as the dragonfly
Come as my sleeping sister
Through
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
in me and you
Somehow I know that we'll put through
Oh I feel my life passing by
Sometimes it makes me want to cry
Thank God I've got you by my
money in your hand
Taste of my woman
Well, you die where you stand

Snake mountain blues
Got me down low
I could die in the morning
But no one
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
up, say it's late love, go back to sleep,
I'm covered by nature, and I'm safe now,
Underneath this oak tree, with you beside me.

But if I kiss you will
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips 
Let the cold blood flow on it's own
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul 
Long forgotten
wake up
You see, it’s late, love
Go back to sleep
I’m covered by nature
And I’m safe now
Underneath this oak tree
With you beside me

But if I
country, 
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree 
Are all a-growin` green in the old country. 

Well I asked for a candle for to light me up
the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years 
Are met in thee tonight

Pa, rum, pa,
The shutters are cracked and dry now,
And the roof lets the rain seep in;
The old four walls are ready to fall,
And the sign reads, "This House
The lonesome oak tree held its fire into November
He watched the last brown leaf
Hit the ground and blow a  way
An evening gunshot lets him know
strong and good to fly
Away from her alone she'll die

Cradle on quiet old oak limbs
As heaven blue her light fails
A breath of soot into her lungs
strong and good to fly
Away from her alone she'll die

Cradle on quiet old oak limbs
As heaven blue her light fails
A breath of soot into her lungs
from a dream
Her eyes were open
Her lips were moving in the dark

Speak to me in many voices
Make them all sound like one
Let me see your sacred
worship deceases its crud 
Dead dogs under tires and mud
Sunday morning I'm going to lie
"Sunday morning sorrow will die."
Comets bleeding through black