"There must be some way out of here," said the
As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around
Dear landlord,
Please don't put a price on my soul.
My burden
Down along the cove,
I spied my true love comin' my
"Oh, help me in my weakness,"
I heard the drifter say,
As
I am a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends,
Where another man's
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive as you or me,
Tearing
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who
Close your eyes, close the door
You don't have to worry
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with
Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
They were the best of
There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come,
With a
