Lyrics:
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
and the people are changin'
Now most folks couldn't tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Ain't this ol' world
Listen folks and I will tell a funny story
You may think it sad but I was in my glory
'Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin
him a cotton boll
He move all his kin folk in
He found a place that is mighty snug
Down by the cotton gin
Well the bee's got a home in the honey
To get jive that southern style
It's an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
It's a junction where the town folks meet
At each
old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven no my mama's
Waiting for me
Praying for me
Down by the Swanee
The folks up North
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
I remember that old Brazos River
Where I learned to swim
But it brings to mind
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people still
old boys can't do,
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
Country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive,
Cause ya can't starve us out and ya
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people still
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
There's a name for it in Japanese, it's kintsugi
They sang folk songs from the '40s
Even the fourteen-year old knew, "Froggie Came A-Courtin'"
How do my
of Cottonwoods
Old folks wept for His love in these hard times
"Well, we got to get going," said the restless Lord to the Son
There are galaxies yet to be
I wish that I was on old Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once I had
I need to lean on a truck with five old friends
Tell old lies and then tell 'em again
Ride 33 'til it hits the river
Throw cans in the bed 'til
Dong, the merry, oh sing it high and sing it low
Let them know the wicked old witch is dead
Why everyone's glad, she took such a crownin'?
Being hit by
can survive
Country folks can survive...
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns...
We
breathed hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man and Leona would get up to testify
And we'd sing in the sweet by and by
all wishes are stored
Old an' new . . .
So be patient, leave it to heaven
And your wish will come true
Someday soon . . .
Words and Music by
cost of getting by
But I believe in love, I believe in old folks
I believe in children, I believe in you
I believe in love, I believe in babies
I
Sometime I'm tempted by big brown eyes
Sometime I'm tempted to cheat and lie
Sometime I'm tempted but won't give in
Old mister Devil ain't gonna
palatso
You can laugh and call me fatso, that's okay by me
I like to stick with the first class ticket buyers
Setting trends with my trend setting
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