in your heart is where I want to be and long to be Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind Ah, but I
Headin' for the mountain that she's got to climb Bringin' in the Georgia mail Ninety miles an hour and she's gaining speed Listen to the whistle moan and
I was a wild and reckless hobo left my girl and home Started out on a western trip all by myself alone My pocketbook was empty my heart was filled with
got a letter from Nashville town and after I read it my spirit broke down It's sad that my sweetheart and the judge would be wed And here in this jailhouse
matter whatever I do I know it's harsh and lonely without you Oh, won"t you come back and be true Oh, come back to me little darling I miss you each day and
I'm to blame I treated you unkind I broke your heart and now you're breaking mine I know I done you wrong and I'm confessing Please take me back and
The sins of this world have overcome me Have pushed and left me to roam So I'm going to back to my Savior Back to the Cross and home Back to the Cross and
and low And a stranger holds the one that I love so I was blind I could not see that you meant the world to me But like a fool I stood and watched you
(G) I could see it coming a (D) long time ago That someday you'd leave me, and (D7) I'd miss you (G) so You said it couldn't (G7) happen, that you were
the Lord Lord if I could I surely would Stand on that rock where Moses stood Sinners run and hide your face Sinners run and hide your face Run to the rocks and
are just blues, mine are the miner's blues My troubles are coming by threes and by twos Blues and more blues, it's that coal black blues Blues and more
matter whatever I do I know it's harsh and lonely without you Oh won"t you come back and be true. Oh what will I do without you My life is so lonely and
lovin' that's how it's meant to be Find yourself a good woman son like your mama's been to me. The mighty river's flowin' where the water's cool and
I find that I've just been wastin' my time So I just think I'll take my foolish pride and put it on a Southbound freight and ride And go on back to
my darling, Cora is gone The ring that she wears I bought for her finger Purchased her raiment so fine Gave her my last green back dollar And now she
this old rock pile with a ball and chain They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord Gotta do my time, gotta do my time With an aching heart and
this old rock pile with a ball and chain They call be by a number not a name, Lord, Lord Gotta do my time, gotta do my time With an aching heart and
pass me by For that don't mean nothin To me you see Don't get above your raisin' Stay down to earth with me. Now looky here gal you'd better be yourself And