In the hour before the devil finds I've died I'll move slow as my ending descends from the pines Because I couldn't stop for death She kindly stopped
On a dark and cold and windy night A man left from his home Said I?m going to find my fortune father, Leave well enough alone. He took off on a silver
I hope I find a noble death and avoid an angry trigger I guess I'll find my ripe old self or at least that's what I figure The sour breath of a disappointed
I was a man with a plan and I landed in New York City I found a world that that unfurled an taught me the meaning of haste I found a well healed girl
Steppin' out on the great lawn in the new green shoots of a crop There was a wind in the wild rough grasses and a broad swelling heat when it stops Standin
Counting hours in a place that doesn't have a name There were thousands who were laid to waste But no one who could take his place The Ohio River bank
There?s a light in the kitchen, somebody?s home A woman is sleeping, a man sits alone Alone, all alone. Then comes the dawning Then comes the morn The
It?s a good song, playin on the radio It?s a fine fine day, I tell you cause I think it?s so. It?s a good life that comes upon ya now and then. And I
I am not like those before me standing in a suit Now I face what stands before me And I'm singin' and I'm searchin' Singin' and I'm searchin' for the
