Тексты песен «Hank Snow»

Oh, you Mississippi River with waters so deep and wide My thoughts of you keep rising just like an evening tide I'm just like a seagull that's left the sea Oh, your muddy waters keep on calling me I'm gonna pack my...

Moanin' my life slowly away Sittin' here waitin' for the new commin' day They try to cheer me as I trudge on my way Moanin' for you. Can't seem to hide it and why should I try Good Lord he knows it up there in the sky...

Recorded by Hank Snow Moanin' my life slowly away Sittin' here waitin' for the new commin' day They try to cheer me as I trudge on my way Moanin' for you Can't seem to hide it and why should I try Good Lord, he knows...

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill And kisses the roses round my window sill Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill. Tra la la twitle dee...

Oh come hear my story of heartaches and sighs I'm a prisoner who's lonely for his moonlight and skies I have a sweetheart who's waiting for me Back in old Oklahoma I'm not far from Shawnee Her lips like the cherries her...

Mother I'm leaving and I'm proud to go Please don't be grieving I love you so Here in this pocket over my heart Is the Bible you gave me, your gift as we part. My country needs me, you know that's true Pray for me...

Written by Clarke VanNess Recorded by Hank Snow Mother I'm leaving and I'm proud to go please don't be grieving I love you so Here in this pocket over my heart is the Bible you gave me your gift as we part My country...

I had a home down in Texas back where the Bluebonnet grew I had the kindest old mother how happy we were just we two But one day the angels called her this parting we all have to pay She called me close to her bedside...

Listen to a story 'bout a gal I know She's my music makin' mama I'm her hillbilly boy She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings Sweeter than the flowers down in new Orleans She's my music makin' mama...

Listen to a story about a gal I know She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly beau She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans She's my music makin' mama...

In my adobe hacienda there's a touch of Mexico Cactus lovelier than orchids blooming in the patio Soft desert stars and the strum of guitars Makes every evening seem so sweet In my adobe hacienda life and love are more...

Well, her eyes they sparkle Like the sandy dunes And her voice it rings Like all the latest tunes. And when she speaks my name Her eyes fairly light up and shine She's my Arabian baby And maybe she'll soon be mine...

My arms are a house I want you to live there Come into my house for you have the key My heart is the door that's waiting wide open To welcome the love who shares it with me We'll furnished with kisses and plans that...

Now the sweetest girl in all the world is my blue eyed Jane We fell in love like turtle doves while the moon was shining down I asked her then I asked her when the wedding bells would ring She said oh dear it seems so...

There are flowrs that are rich there are flowers that are rare On the banks where the bright water flows But the sweetest of all nature's flowers to bloom Was my darling the Blue River Rose Her eyes were the petals...

My dreams tell it like it was but my eyes see it like it is. Seems like only yesterday when I had everything But today I can't face the hurt tomorrow bring For reality and yesterday is all there is My dreams tell it...

The postman dropped the letter in my door The address wasn't plain but I could see It had travelled far across the Great Pacific From my Filipino Rose across the sea. The writing of her trembling hand was blurred The...

The man above was a murderer The man below was a thief And I lay there in the bunk Between ailing beyond belief A weary armful of skin and bone Wasted with pain and grief. My feet were froze and the lifeless toes Were...

Recorded by Hank Snow My good gal is gone, don't know why she went away Yes, my gal's gone, don't know why she went away All I know is she's gone didn't have a word to say When she left me, Lord, I just sat down and I...

Written by B. Peterson and B. Bergantine Recorded by Hank Snow Evening shadows make me blue When each weary day is through How I long to be with you, my happiness Every day I reminisce Dreaming of your tender kiss...