She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
Looked
Come into the house of the Lord
Come into the house
I got a pocket full of money, got the top
Scared, I've been scared out here on my own
Lost, I've
There's a train a-comin' and I need a ride
Somewhere to
Who'll buy my wheat, who'll buy my corn
To feed my
Your heart's changing, our love is growing cold
Something tells me
Way down in Harlan County
On a cold and lonesome night
A
Dreamed aboutcha last night, baby
Well, you were lookin' for your
Hey baby
Don't you cry
I'm gonna wipe those little
Teardrops dry
Hey baby
Don't
It comes from Mississippi, and down in Alabam
Creepin' like a
Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
Livin'
When I was a baby, my sweet momma told me
Go
I want a woman who's strong good and kind
She's got
Well, I hear there?s a place somewhere down south
Where you
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