Lyrics:
again
You might say he found a key for every door
When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hanging by a song
But
to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying
Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future penetrating right
In
Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
answer to the call?
Tell the truth, my friend, don't it matter anymore?
We were simple men by her side when she was born
It was simple then like
Before my body dies
I pray
That the river I was born to
May again wash over me
By God's touch, I pray
That I may move from this consecrated
Earth
again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name
I'm sanctified!
Lord I testify
He's right by my side
I believe it be
His word is so clear
that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked down by the old canal a little confused I remember well
And then they
to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying
Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future penetrating right
In
black, the devil's track
Looking beyond, beneath the sea
Eye of the storm is here again
Been there before you were ever born
Beyond the dark, I feel
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
Born to open for
Mankind nature's door
A life known by a few
And those who knew that shared
Their knowledge fewer cared
About what plants could
born.
Words by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart., 1884. Music by Annie
MacLeod.
answer to the call?
Tell the truth, my friend, don't it matter anymore?
We were simple men by her side when she was born
It was simple then like
hungry kids, oh, oh?
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead, oh
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many
Wheels turnin', wheels burnin'
See the eagles fly
Weekend warriors
Like shining knights
Of days gone by
They're born again
They'll never die
That they'd ever considered repeating the past
When twenty million were slaughtered by NAZI invasion
They died fighting on our side you know
In
him born.
He got struck down by fever and it settled in his leg;
He loved the folks that wished him well as everybody did;
This world was lucky to see
hungry kids, oh, oh?
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead, oh
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
I can hear the neighbors
They're arguin' again
And there hasn't been peace on our street
Since who knows when
I don't mean to listen in
But
contained twenty thousand in cash,
A photograph of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez,
Keep a gun hidden in his pants' leg with armed
My good nature is out bested by, my bad intentions
My best stature was ousted by my salivation
I want to tear through my skin to finally be born
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