Lyrics:
a heart of stone
Some folks are inspired sitting by the fire
Slippers tucked under the bed
When I go to sleep, I can't count sheep
For the white
Now freight train keeps rolling and leaves a riding to be
There's folks in Natchez that I'm longing to see
The wide cotton's growing
down from Rocky Top reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top ground's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get
love to folks back home,
And told her God had called him to the Fold.
And the message to his darling we so carefully mailed away
With his picture
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
They always drew a crowd of young folk and old women,
And men with the mortgage on their homes.
Farmers and teachers, rich men and preachers...
The old
I can settle down
And be doin' just fine
Til I hear an old train
Rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight
Home and pack
And if I didn't go
of the old railroad track
Where the trains used to run
Carryin' freight by the ton
Blow the whistle as Billy'd wave back
But the children around Billy's home
lonesome
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But the song of the south
end.
I'm weary and tired but I don't care
I'm goin' down to the rainbow's end
No friends, no home, just travelin' alone
I'm on my way to the rainbow's
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now
He said, I was born a crack baby
In a plastic bag in the alley
Raised in a foster home
With no mother
folks packed me off to camp
Yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days Baxter went home
And he left me by myself
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
us younger folks were known for all
The hell that we could raise
I must admit we had some good
Times in the good old days
Wake up in the early morning
be home sweet home to me
Good ole Rocky Top Rocky Top Tennessee Rocky Top Tennessee
Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top
Lookin' for
When I was young in my prime
I left my home in Caroline
Now all I do is sit and pine
For all the folks I left behind
I've got those blue ridge
I'm tearing down this town
How being young is so painful and strange
Deborah's on the bar and she's dancing again
To an old folk song that reminds
oh how I wanna go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by
down from Rocky Top I reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top the dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get
A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown
Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay
She got caught and faced
I had a friend from home, he started out to roam
I hear that he's out by Frisco bay
Sometimes when I drink a few, his voice comes singing through
I’m
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
coalition of dancing
Whoa !
Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves
Whoa!
I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman
Transport now to an old folks home
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