Тексты песен «Doc Watson»

I've got the blues, those Nashville blues I've got the blues, those Nashville blues Ain't got no hat, ain't got no shoes The people here they treat me fine The people here they treat me fine They give me beer and...

Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise. He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs. He promised her money and other fine things. So, fool-like she met him at...

Step up, buddies and listen to my song I'll sing it to you right, but you might sing it wrong A song about a man they called Otto Wood I can't tell you all, but I wish I could He stepped in a pawn shop, a rainy day...

Rambling Hobo Doc Watson Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day. In a cold and lonesome box car A dyin hobo lay His pal sat there before him with a low and drooping head listening to the...

I've got to tell you I've been rackin' my brain Hopin' to find a way out I've had enough of this continual rain Changes are comin', no doubt (Chorus:) It's been a too long time With no peace of mind And I'm...

No matter what I say or do You're never satisfied I've tried to please you too many times So now i'm leaving you now goodbye Riding on that midnight train Lord my head's a hanging low These awful blues will follow me...

There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy And me, oh God , for one Then fill the glasses to the brim Let the drinks go merrily around And we'll drink...

There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy And me, oh God , for one Then fill the glasses to the brim Let the drinks go merrily around And we'll drink to...

I ain't gonna work on the railroad I ain't gonna work on the farm I'll lay around the shack till the mail train comes back I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's...

(chorus) Shady Grove, my little love Shady Grove I say Shady Grove, my little love I'm bound to go away Cheeks as red a a blooming rose And eyes are the prettiest brown She's the darling of my heart Sweetest...

Was in the spring One sunny day My sweetheart left me Lord, she went away And now she's gone And I don't' worry Lord, I'm sitting On top of the world She called me up From down in Al Paso She said "Come...

Was all the summer and all the fall Just trying to find my little Lenore But now she's gone, I don't worry I'm sitting on top of the world Was in the spring one summer day Just when she left me, she's gone to stay...

John Henry was a steel drivin' boy But he went down Yes, he went down He went down (break) Take my hammer and give it to the capt'n Boys, tell him I'm gone You can tell him I'm gone Yes, tell him I'm gone...

Talk about sufferin' here below And talk about lovin' Jesus. Talk about sufferin' here below And let's keep a-followin' Jesus. The gospel train is coming; Now, don't you want to go An' leave this world of trials...

Along about eighteen twenty-five, I left Tennessee very much alive. I never would have got through the Arkansas mud If I hadn't been a-ridin' on the Tennessee Stud. I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa, And...

THAT OLD WOODEN ROCKER There it stands by the fire with its back to the wall That old wooden rocker, so stately and tall With naught to disturb it but dusting of broom And no one to use it in that parlor room...

It's a lesson too late for the learnin' Made of sand, made of sand In a wink of an eye my soul is burnin' In your hand, in your hand (chorus) Are you goin' away with no words off farewell Can there be another...

Oh, listen today to the story I tell, It's sadned with tear dimmed eyes, Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way, And blew our schoolhouse away. Rye Cove, Rye Cove The place of my childhood and home, Where in...

A miner was leaving his home for his work When he heard his little child scream. He went to the side of the little girl's bed; She said, "Daddy, I've had such a dream!" "Please, daddy, don't go to the mines today, For...

I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And pensively stood by his tomb, When in a low whisper I heard something say, "How sweetly I sleep here alone. The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar,...