Lyrics:
I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary I rested awhile On the banks of the old
I [A] travelled from [A7] Texas to [D] old Louis-[A] anne Through valleys, o'er mountains and [E7] plains Both [A] footsore and [A7] weary I [D]
I traveled from Texas to Old louis-anne Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary I rested a-while On the banks
I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary, I rested awhile On the banks of the old
tired of sin, footsore and weary The darksome path hath dreary grown But now a light has ris'n to cheer me I find in Thee my Star, my Sun [Chorus]
Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder, I must tramp on through the winter night dreary, While
our days away Beside the hedge the baby sleeps While far the footsore rabble creeps Dogs are left to mind the farm But knaves slouch out to steal
I traveled from Texas to Old louis-anne Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary I rested a-while On the banks
I traveled from Texas to old Louisianne through valleys o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary I rested awhile on the banks of the old
Martian: Ulla! The desolating cry worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I
As the dawn of day was o'er Who should I see but the Spanish lady When I was weary and footsore She had a heart so filled with loving And her love she longed
can run away You're gonna end up footsore anyway And if you think the after taste is funny You've got another thing coming You can You will You just
Trespassers beware Don't get too close I got walls as wide as Jericho Just you try to break 'em down I can see you hoarse and footsore Still you keep
Fuggy bits of limbo Ground into fine sand Beat up against the break Under the truss bridge Scrammed the pylon Footsore from pebbled beachcomb Nightly
the journey was one long grind I was injured and sickened and footsore and tired In doubt I turned around And sat, with an aching heart on the ground I came so
Torn by the thorns Burnt by the Sun Footsore and weary A job to be done Suffering cold Danger and thirst No thought of himself His country comes
As I walked back through Dublin City As the dawn of day was o'er Who should I spy but the Spanish lady When I was weary and footsore She had a heart so
And folks I know Trying to keep good mood Footsore and dirty Seeking out a spot to rest My aching bones In the stillness by a fire I lay down for a while Far
Fuggy bits of limbo Ground into fine sand Beat up against the break Under the truss bridge Scrammed the pylon Footsore from pebbled beachcomb Nightly
I am footsore and weary But I travel to meet a friend The way is long and dreary But I know it soon must end I'm bound by our old promise What can
with much to be thankful for I've been dying to deny it under the lantern poring over footsores Winter goes away Winter goes away Taken by surprise
Vs) I'm a pilgrim, I'm a stranger, Thru a strange land I roam Oft I'm foot-sore, worn and weary as I journey along But there's someone walking with
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