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Baez Joan David S Album

: (D. Skrabak) I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going A heavy pack upon my back, burly good with inner sad of lonliness When

your sweet face The past I remember time cannot erase The letter you wrote me it was written in shame And I know that your conscience still echo's my

: (Traditional) I am weak, but Thou art strong; Jesus, keep me from all wrong; I'll be satisfied as long As I walk, let me walk close to Thee. Just

of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's

: (J. Baez, G. Cole, M. Solomon) Only a tramp was Lazarus who begged. He stood by the rich man's gate. And, he begged for crumbs from the rich man to

(D. Skrabak) I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going A heavy pack upon my back, burly good with inner sad of lonliness When fluttered

(N. Duschek, P. Marden) If I knew where the wild dove flew I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you Though they say you're not a brave man,

leave here Monday morning Oh, I never expect to see you anymore [Chorus:] My home's across this Blue Ridge Mountains My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains My home's

see your sweet face The past I remember time cannot erase The letter you wrote me it was written in shame And I know that your conscience still echo's