Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down
You've cut out your dancing And you never see a show Friends drop by to pick you up And you hardly ever go It seems your head is in the clouds above
I remember when I was a lad Times were hard and things were bad But there's a silver linin' behind every cloud Just poor people that's all we were Tryin
At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind will come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a party And look for a
Don't call my name out your window, I'm leavin' I won't even turn my head Don't sent your kinfolks to give me no talkin' I'll be gone, like I said You
Two young cowboys went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge they rested as they went up on their way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed
A young cowboy named Billy Joe Grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust Who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots
Beside a Singin' Mountain Stream Where the Willow grew Where the Silver Leaf of Maple Sparkled in the Mornin' Dew I braided Twigs of Willows Made a String
I hear the train a-comin' It's rollin' around the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black Why you never see bright colors on my back And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone Well, there
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49 An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs Every day I'd watch
Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert
Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him
He's in the jailhouse now He's in the jailhouse now I told him once or twice To quit playin' cards and shootin' dice He's in the jailhouse now Well I
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy" Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather 'round
: At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a party And look for
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