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Tom T. Hall - vocal/guitar
Earl Scruggs - banjo
Randy Scruggs - guitar/dobro/mandolin
Jerry Douglas - dobro
Paul Uhrig - bass
Clyde Brooks - drums
Byron Berline - fiddle/mandolin
Gene Rhodes - piano
Gary Scruggs - harmonica
Recorded:
Feb/1982, Scruggs Sound Studio, Nashville
© Jack And Bill Music, ASCAP
Cotton on the roadside cotton in the ditch
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich
Daddy was a veteran a Southern Democrat
Said they oughta kill a rich man to vote like that
Sing a song song of the south
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone gone with the wind
Ain't nobody lookin' back again
[ instrumental ]
Well I was eighteen fore I ate my fill
We lived on the garden and the cow's good will
Winter was wet and the summer was dry
And mama she was old at thirty-five
Sing a song song of the south...
[ instrumental ]
Well somebody told us that Wall Street fell
So damn poor we couldn't even tell
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
Mr Roosevelt's gonna save us all
Sing a song song of the south...
[ banjo ]
Well mama got sick and daddy got down
County got the farm and they moved to town
Daddy took a job with the TVA
We bought a washin' machine and a new Chevrolet
Sing a song song of the south...
Song song of the south...
Sing a song song of the south...
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© Peer Int, BMI
On a long lonesome journey I'm goin'
Oh darling please don't you cry
Though in shackles and chains they will take me
To a prison to stay till I die
And at night through the bars I will gaze at the stars
And long for your kisses in vain
A piece of stone I will use as my pillow
While I'm sleepin' in shackles and chains
[ instrumental ]
Put your arms through these bars once my darling
Let me kiss those sweet lips I love best
In heartache you're my consolation
In sorrow my haven of rest
And at night through the bars I will gaze at the stars
The plans that we made were in vain
A piece of stone I will use as my pillow
While I'm sleepin' in shackles and chains
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© Hallnote Music, BMI
The engineers don't wave from the trains anymore
Not like they did back in 1954
They've got computers and diesels and things
And the engineers don't wave from the trains anymore
The engineers don't wave from the trains
When I was a little boy I'd hang around the tracks
Watchin' them trains goin' to Louisville and back
I had my dreams and I had my plans
I was gonna be an engineer man
But the engineers don't wave from the trains anymore...
[ instrumental ]
Them big ole trains used to chugga chug and spew
They were my heros and they knew that I knew
No matter how far they snaked down the track
They'd go somewhere and they'd turn around come back
Oh but the engineers don't wave from the trains anymore...
There's more important things that changed in the world
Engineers forgot all us little boys and girls
Still get a far away look in my eye
When I hear an ole train in the night
And the engineers don't wave from the trains anymore
The engineers don't wave from the trains
Shewww
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© Peer Int, BMI
Darlin' I have come to tell you
Though it almost breaks my heart
But before the morning darlin'
We'll be many miles apart
Don't this road look rough and rocky
Don't that sea look wide and deep
Don't my baby look the sweetest
When she's in my arms asleep
[ instrumental ]
Don't you hear the nightbirds crying
Far across the deep blue sea
While of others you are thinking
Won't you sometimes think of me
Don't this road look rough and rocky...
[ instrumental ]
One more kiss before I leave you
One more kiss before we part
You have caused me lots of trouble
Darling you have broke my heart
Don't this road look rough and rocky...
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© Peer Int, BMI
Everybody gotta walk this lonesome valley
We gotta walk it by ourselves
And nobody here can walk it for us
We gotta walk it by ourselves
My father's gotta walk this lonesome valley
He gotta walk it by hisself
And nobody here can walk it for him
He gotta walk it by hisself
[ instrumental ]
My mother's gotta walk this lonesome valley
She gotta walk it by herself
And nobody here can walk it for her
She gotta walk it by herself
All sinners gotta walk this lonesome valley
They gotta walk it by theirself
And nobody here can walk it for them
They gotta walk it by theirself
[ instrumental ]
Oh you gotta gotta walk that lonesome valley
We gotta walk it by ourselves
Ain't nobody here gonna walk it for us
We gotta walk it by ourselves
(Well you gotta gotta walk that lonesome valley
You gotta walk it by yourself
Nobody here can walk it for you
You gotta walk it by yourself)
(You gotta gotta walk that lonesome valley
You gotta walk it by yourself
Nobody here can walk it for you
You gotta walk it by yourself)
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© Peer Int, BMI
Well everybody else sung this old song
And I think it sounded just fine
Well I wanna sing it let these boys in this band swing it
And hear Earl Scruggs pick it one more time
[ instrumental ]
Well I ain't gonna work on the railroad
I ain't gonna work on the farm
I'm gonna lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
I'm gonna lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
[ instrumental ]
Oh mama was a beauty operator
Sister could sew and could spin
Daddy had an interest in the old cotton gin
He just watch all the money roll in
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
[ instrumental ]
Oh I know your parents don't like me
They throw me away from your door
If I had my life to live over
I'd never go there anymore
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
[ banjo ]
Well where were you last Saturday night
While I was lyin' in jail
You was out walkin’ the streets with another man
And wouldn't even go my bail
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
I'm gonna lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby's
Roll in my sweet baby's
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
**********
© Hallnote Music, BMI
Well there ain't no country music on this jukebox
They've taken all them country songs away
There ain't no country music on this jukebox
Oh I guess them boys and girls in Nashville ran outta somethin' to say
But I wish they'd come and listen to my stories
Oh I bet they'd write a hundred country songs
There ain't no country music on this jukebox
And I've been a huntin' country music all night long
[ instrumental ]
I've had several wives and twice that many sweethearts
I've been up and down this road a million times
Oh I've got a lotta stories that need singin'
I just need them boys and girls in Nashville to help me make 'em rhyme
I wish they'd come and listen to my stories...
[ instrumental ]
Well there ain't no country music on this jukebox
Them jukebox people don't know where it's at
There ain't no country music on this jukebox
Some of that doggone music seems to make my beer go flat
Lawd I wish they'd come and listen to my stories
Oh I bet they'd write a hundred country songs
There ain't no country music on this jukebox
I've been huntin' country music
Been lookin' for George and Tammy
I been lookin' for Johnny and June
Been lookin' for Carl and Pearl
I've been a huntin' for Lester and Earl
I've been a huntin' country music all night long
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© Hallnote Music, BMI
There's a packet of old letters
Lying on the hallway stand
They were written by my true love
Written by my true love's hand
Will you go and bring them brother
And read them all tonight
I have often tried but could not
For tears would blind my sight
Tell her brother when you see her
That I've never ceased to love
That I dying pray to see her
In the better home above
[ instrumental ]
Place the letters and her picture
Close beside my pauper's heart
We for years have been together
And in death we will not part
I am ready now my brother
You may read the letters o'er
I will listen to the words of
Her whom I shall see no more
And there you shall have been finished
Should I gently fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake in Jesus
Dear brother do not grieve
**********
© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
If I've ever had the blues little darlin'
Or the lure of the road on my mind
I'm bound to hear the whistle of the freight train
And them boxcars as they rattle down the line
Don't fall in love with me darlin' I'm a rambler
Though you're the sweetest little sweetheart in this world
It's all for your sake Dear that I'm leavin'
Don't give your heart to a rambler little girl
[ instrumental ]
Well I've handed you a line and I'm sorry
For you're just a little sweeter than the rest
Believe me darlin' I don't want to hurt you
Or do anything to mar your happiness
Don't fall in love with me darlin' I'm a rambler...
[ instrumental ]
Don't be blue when I say that I don't love you
I've said it all so many times it seems
I'm just a guy whose restless mind keeps wonderin'
I guess that I was born to drift and dream
Don't fall in love with me darlin' I'm a rambler...
**********
© Comet Music, BMI
Dim lights thick smoke and loud loud music
Is the only kind of life you'll ever understand
Dim lights thick smoke and loud loud music
You'll never make a wife to a home loving man
Our home and little children mean nothing to you
A house filled with love and a husband so true
You'd rather have a drink with the first guy you meet
And the only home you know is the bar down the street
Dim lights thick smoke and loud loud music...
[ instrumental ]
Drinkin' and dancin' to a honky tonk band
It’s the only kind of life you'll ever understand
Go on and have your fun you think you've played it smart
I’m sorry for you and your honky tonk heart
Dim lights thick smoke and loud loud music...
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© Abkco Music, BMI
Take me to the station put me on the train
I've got no expectation to pass through here again
Once I was a rich man now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life have I felt like this before
[ instrumental ]
Your heart is like a diamond you throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leavin' me you pack my peace of mind
Our love was like the water that splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music it's here and then it's gone
[ instrumental ]
So take me to the airport and put me on a plane
I got no expectations to pass through here again
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