In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I want to be In the warm hold of your lovin' mind To feel you all around me and to take your hand along
See that engine puffin' boy she's making time That old train's blowin' off the rail rail rail Headin' for the mountain that she's got to climb Bringin
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
The courtroom was crowded the judge waited there My mother was crying when I left my chair The sentence were sharpful they cut like a knife For ninety
Tonight as I sit by my window I'm reading your letter so true I'm hoping to find in your letter Where you say I'll come back to you Oh, come back to
I know that I hurt you and I'm confessing Since you've been gone I'm feeling mighty low Please let me hear from you and keep me guessing I need you more
I'm out on the sea filled with sorrows Tossed like a ship who ran afore I'm seeking the help of my Savior By the way of the Cross, I must go Back to
Oh somewhere the music's playing soft 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
(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
Lord I ain't no stranger now Lord I ain't no stranger now I've been introduced to the Father and the Son Lord I ain't no stranger now Cryin' holy
Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner's blues Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner's blues My troubles are coming by threes and by twos
Tonight as I sit by my window I'm reading your letter so true I'm hoping to find it in your letter Where you say I'll come back to you. Oh come back
Dig dig a little deeper in the well boys Dig a little deeper in the well If you want a good cool drink of water You gotta dig a little deeper in the well
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City and dreamed about the life I left at home I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother I dreamed
The wind through the night is blowing so lonesome Singing to me a song A whippoorwill call is just a reminder Pretty girls have hearts made of stone
On 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
On 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
Now I got a gal that's sweet to me, But she just ain't what she used to be Just a little high headed; That's plain to see Don't get above your raisin