Lyrics:
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do
more, goodbye, good luck I'm gone?
Yeah, yeah, and that's all, that's all she wrote
Well, I stand here by this river with her letter in my hand
I'm gonna
Well I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars
The problem is I can't afford 'em
But last year I went and got myself a whole box
And just to be safe I
Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air
Ah,
The last Picasso
The last Picasso
Was just acquired by some old museum
And Don Quixote
Well, Don Quixote
The old man's rhyme has lost its
Well, momma done told me
You might wander far, yeah
But nobody warned me
The road would own your heart
And so I'm saying
If you have to go away
I
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
I done been around the world,
and blow back out on me.
Well my mama, she done told me, and my papa told me too.
Mama told me and my papa told me too.
A woman that gets in your face,
it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done
Let's have
But he done her wrong!
One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel;
Just casually glanced into a window so high,
And who did she see but her
Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade
those days are done
'Cause you're the one I've wanted all my life
And, I know very well
There's a long road to Hell
That's been paved with
Born in a graveyard adopted by sin
I cultivate evil that's living within
A preacher tried saving my black damaged soul
Possessed by a demon that
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
and strong.
When things go right, and his job's well done,
He wants to share the prize he's won.
If no one shares and no one cares,
Where is the fun
aught to keep.
You'll run into trouble, for sure,
by living behind a locked door.
Well, you run the risk of being taunted
by doing what you want
Ahh yeah, woo
There is a dance
That they do on the beach, yeah
It's called the beach stomp
And it's done with the feet, yeah
Well you kick
But he done her wrong!
One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel;
Just casually glanced into a window so high,
And who did she see but her
tunes
I've been in honky tonk saloons
I took my liquor by the vat
Well I stayed on call for a rousing brawl
Home was where I hung my hat
Angelina,
taught me to care
To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair
Ramona, when day is done you'll hear my call
Ramona, we'll meet beside
remember well, the well where I drew water
The work we done was hard
At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired
Never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler
crazy
'Cause a walk in the park all alone is just no fun
CHORUS:
What two can easily do, what two can easily do
Is so hard to be done by one
I'm
pass me by
No matter if you live
No matter if you die
Sloe gin, sloe gin
Tryin' to wash away the pain inside
Well, I'm sick and I'm all done in
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