Like a dog, like a dog, I've sat by your door, Hoping for any scraps you might throw. And I whine sometimes 'cause I need your love. And I have loved
(Robert Johnson) I got a kind-hearted woman, Do anything in this world for me. I got a kind-hearted woman, Do anything in this world for me. These evil
(Robert Johnson) It's the last fair deal goin' down, Last fair deal goin' down It's the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord, On that Gulfport Island
[Spoken introduction:] My grandparents on my father's side had a strawberry farm. It's a Beautiful thing, a beautiful occupation.... a strawberry farm
(Reverend Gary Davis) Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah And it's oh
Out on Verona Road There's a lot of building going on but there is everywhere Come get your share Of the American trance Out on Verona Road I seem to
That river will take you to Keokuk just as well As it'll take you past Eldon straight down to hell. Them boys'd been drinkin', two was real fat They went
They groan as she passes, their time's gone by, They wasted their lives in anger and sighs. They groan as she passes, and make a few cracks, Once it is
Why do you even say that, say we'll meet somewhere? You hardly ever show up, you don't really care. So why do you even say that, say you got time for
There's a whole lotta money in Fairfield, Fairfield, Fairfield, Whole lotta money in Fairfield, I'm gonna get me some. Them floaters they come down here
Well, look at Mattie Price, she's lookin' awful nice, Last time I seen her, she's 'bout to my knees. Now she don't even blink, you can't tell what she
Yesterday I was a boy running through the woods My dog was my buddy, the wind was green and yellow My dad called me to gather cedar branches And soon
God, I guess I kinda forgot you, But tonight I remembered your name, Which is why I'm callin' so late, And I hope that you still feel the same. But,
I used to go out quite a lot, Chase to chase and shot to shot. I'm all done with that somehow, And it's your town now. These days the mighty eagle sings
Dear wrinkled face, Oh, lover friend. Best enemy, I love your hands. That whole fine mind Every place I find myself, Dear wrinkled face Such midnight
How come the young fellas keep whippin' my ass? I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas. If I was a Catholic, I'd take the last mass. I'm almost out
Betty Ann, Betty Ann, marry me while you can. It's the appointed hour, let us make haste. Them things is knockin', honey, down around your waist. As it
InaBell is dead, Savior, and we pray that Thou wouldst give us the strength To lift her and carry her to her grave. InaBell is dead, and, Jesus, we'll