Lyrics:
to hear them songs
Well his clothes were old and his hair was gray and hard work had bent his back
His songs were never recognized by statuettes or flags
We saw houses falling from the sky
Where the mountains lean down to the sand
We saw blackbirds circling 'round an old castle keep
And I stood
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland
And songs they were killed
Without reason or rhyme
And songs resurrected from beginnings of time
I heard
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don't get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know
I'm fifteen, I ain't green
by the Swanee
The folks up north will see me no more
When I go to the Swanee Shore!
The birds are singin', it is song time
The banjos strummin'
It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth goodwill
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
of a sudden start
Some say they found her swinging from my old man's tree
And some folks say she died of a broken heart
And some folks say she died
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old
love you
My dear old Swanee!
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I
Even now my mammy's waiting for me
Praying for me, down by
love you
My dear old Swanee!
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I
Even now my mammy's waiting for me
Praying for me, down by
love you
My dear old Swanee!
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I
Even now my mammy's waiting for me
Praying for me, down by
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house antebellum
She, she came from the land of the cotton
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field was her
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old
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
Sing me, sing me an old fashioned song
Bring me, back in my mind, to a time where my memories all come from
Ah good timing song, the kind that
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace
and as the time went by
We found that we liked living free that way
I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
I
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from an old
by the old willow tree
Where lovers caress as they sing our song
Twisting together when we greet the sea.
And it goes on and on, watching
men from near and afar;
And history can tell how we routed
The redcoats through old Castlebar.
Cho:
And pledge me the stout sons of France, boys,
Bold
There's a ramshackle shack in old Caroline it's callin' me back to the woman of mine
Guess if I had the wings of a beautiful dove
Don't you know I'd
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