I remember the ways in the bygone days
when we was
Travelin' on down that coal town road
Listen to my rubber
Now that our mountain is growing
With people hungry for wealth
How
Oh, come all you young fellers, young and so fine
Seek
Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird
Singing with all
In the deep dark hills of Eastern Kentucky
That's the place
I'm tired of this dance, we just go 'round in
(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings)Mr. Smith had an oldsmobileBaby blue with them
I heard a siren late last night, you must have
Surprise goodbyes and tears unanswered
Promises that fall
Can leave your preciou
(David Goodman)There's a little love left in my heartAnd it's
(Don Schlitz/Paul Overstreet)I will pledge my heartTo the love we
Martin Luther, who did you think that you were?
Appointed by
It ain't his fault that she went A.W.O.L
'Cause he tried
Hail the blest morn, when the great Mediator
Down from the
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