Lyrics:
would die
If you was near him
You would hear him
Sob his mournful cry
Beale Street Papa
Why don't you come back home?
It isn't proper to leave
potato
We'll have a ball and that ain't all
Down in the alley, just you and me
The clock is striking a mournful sound
This time of evening my love
hand
You may kiss my rosy red cheeks
When you return again
Have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
A-mournin' for their own
harmonizin' to that old mournful tune
It's a-like choir from on high broke loose, amen
If the Devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me
Let
Ev'ry night when the sun goes down
Ev'ry night when the sun goes down
Ev'ry night when the sun goes down
Hang my head and mournful cry
Suzanne,
A wanderin' foot or a heart at rest
My woman was kind and true to me
Thinks she loves me, the mournful she
She's gotta learn that it ain't no use
To love
above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
snacks rattle at the prairie dogs,
You hear that mournful tune.
It's roundup time away out West
When the cactus is in bloom.
Daylight comes
And I know you got your reasons
For each and every thing you do
But tonight outside my window
There's a lonesome mournful sound
And I just can't keep
through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders
and hungry, writing mournful songs
And the poor, poor people think I am a rich man
But really, I'm just trying to get along
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
Tell me
for the cannon roar
And the man who went to war from the Hills of Shiloh
Have you heard her mournful cries in the Hills of Shiloh
Have you seen her
the hunt began for the Restless One.
Many days and nights they trailed me out under the northern sky
Where the wild birds song was mournful
the fiddle, lord how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They
to me that's where fiddlin' begin
Late in the evening about sundown...
I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
They hang
a mournful sound
This time of evening my love comes down
That's when I'm missin' your kind of kissin'
Down in the alley, that's
through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
(Yippee-I-yay) yippee-I-yay (yippee-I-yay,
"Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they
hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts
lose it's motion love
If I prove false to thee
Oh, have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
They're mourning for their own true
you'll find this is not so.
It is whisp'ring softly whisp'ring
As it slowly moves along
And for those who stop and listen
It will sing this mournful song.
ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down
Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing
Don't you hear that mournful sound
gone, darling,
And here lies love.
The sky is dark
And I hear a lark,
He sounds as sad as a mournful dove.
The dew appears like the tears of dawn,
On a wagon, bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him, there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds
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