Wake up wake up darling Corey What makes you sleep so sound The revenue officers are coming They're gonna tear your still-house down. Well the first
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
Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise, ain't no boat's a gonna row Now, you can train on down to Williams Point You can
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe it don't matter anyhow It ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe if you don't know by now When the roosters
time Now everyday and Sunday too I go to see my Pearly Blue Before you hear that rooster crow You'll see me headed down the road Now old man Flatt
Well, I've been all around this whole wide world Been down to sunny Alabama My mama always told me "Son never let your deal go down" Oh honey don't let
Darling, I have come to tell you Though it almost breaks my heart But before the morning darling We'll be many miles apart Don't this road look
It was on one Sunday evening just above the air off tree When my darlin' started leave me to sail on the deep blue sea He promised to write me a letter
The east bound train was crowded one cold December day The conductor shouted, "Tickets" in his old- time fashioned way A little girl, in sadness , her
A lock of your hair and a faded red ribbon is all I have left to remind me of you A lock of your hair and a faded red ribbon is all I have left of a love
Tis sweet to be remembered on a bright or gloomy day Tis sweet to be remembered by a dear one far away Tis sweet to be remembered remembered remembered
Down in the valley valley so low Hang your head over hear the wind blow Hear the wind blow dear hear the wind blow Hang your head over hear the wind blow
When it's decoration day up in Heaven There's a bouquet I'm longing to see There's a flower somewhere in this bouquet And means all the world to me Now
(Hello I'm Lester Flatt and I'm Earl Scruggs) I hear the train a comin' it's rollin' round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside Where I wandered when I was a lad And I wandered alone to the place I call home In those Blueridge
If I was on some foggy mountain top I'd sail away to the west I'd sail all around this whole wide world To the girl, I love the best If I had listened
I remember the times when the devil himself packed a bad seed in life for fear Bonnie and Clyde were the talk of the land everybody talked about the Barrow