Lyrics:
City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
And when we reach that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
that's real
And I feel like I'm goin' home
'Neath the shade of an oak
Down by the river
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails spinnin' tails
and sleeper trains
To the dogs and down the drains
Major roads and ladies smalls
Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
Continental interference
At death's door
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
When our kisses fly like oak leaves
Caught in a gust of wind
My heart beats fast, a clickty-clack
Like a train goin' round a bend
I call
on time
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97
hoes actin like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like
oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where we play
on time"
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Shovel on a little more coal
And when we reach that White Oak mountain
"Watch
oak tree.
That's old fashioned.
That's the way love should be.
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth at the ice cream parlor
Where we play
The sign says, "families welcome"
At the Oaks Retirement Home
But mostly, no one comes 'cept on the weekends
Ruby Wilson lives in 303
Where she
little corn fields
And sitting 'round that mighty oak
Talking to those friendly folks
Somebody knows (somebody knows)
Somebody cares (somebody
can stand
I've been meek
And hard like an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you
A carved oak table,
Tells a tale
Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
And the brave would lead their ladies from out
In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
That I'm
Don't ask forever,
Love me now
This love of mine
Had no beginning
It has no end
I was an oak,
Now I'm a willow
Now I can bend
And tho' I'll
can stand
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me
oak tree
It takes people like you to make people like me
Though skies may turn gray for a while
You can brighten each day with a smile
Who will love a little sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the oak tree
"I won't share my branches
With no sparrow's
white oak mountain
You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three mile grade
It was
I don't mind I don't mind I did for a time but I don't mind
Once I was strong as a mountain I stood tall like a giant oak tree
Now my blood runs
a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
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