Now the stars are restin', settin' on the hill An nothin' is soundin' but a whippoorwill Down in a hollow where the foxfire glows Dear Lord, give all your creatures there repose
The day is done, dear Lord Tomorrow's sun, dear Lord Is sure to come Is sure to come Is sure to come We have your word, dear Lord
Now the dew is sparklin' on the spider's nest And Every shadow's shrinkin', slowly shrinkin to the west The breeze comes so sweetly Across the fresh-mowed hay Dear Lord, be with us through a newborn day
A newborn day, dear Lord A newborn day, dear Lord Oh, let it stay Oh, hear us pray Oh, hear us pray, dear Lord
Sweet Talker
My pa was a farmer for fifty cents a day, Worked the neighbor's land and he gathered in his hay Well, he hoed that feller's beans and he sweated in his yard When he got the family place, well, he sweated twice as hard He was a sweet talker, pa was a tradin' man A sweet talker
Well, he'd study and he'd scratch, and he grew what he was able But he could not grow the money to put the meat upon the table So he'd swap a little somethin' but he'd always get back more When he got through tradin', there was cash for the store He was a sweet talker, pa was a tradin' man He was a sweet talker, you'd best count your fingers if you shake his hand A sweet talker
Whatcha got to swap, whatcha got to trade? Hee-hee I got a pig and a calf and a quilt just made, hee-hee I got syrup, taters, and no need to bicker Well, how's about a jug o' my genuine corn liquor?
He was a sweet talker, pa was a tradin' man He was a sweet talker, you'd best count your fingers if you shake his hand A sweet talker, ain't nothin' in the world like a tradin' fool A sweet talker - he could swap a bent nail for a blue-eyed mule
My Feet Took To Walkin'
Sure I remember the homeplace Sure I remember it clear Because on the day that I left her Was just this time of year I can see her smile Almost every mile
But my feet took to walkin' My feet took to walkin' No sense in talk anyhow All the dreams that never were When my feet took to walkin' away From her
The wild rose hung by the roadside With the honeysuckle above And the breeze was gently a singin' Sweet as a morning dove Oh, I never found Such a heartbreak sound
Till my feet took to walkin' My feet took to walkin' No sense in talk anyhow All the dreams that never were When my feet took to walkin' away From herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
