His hands paint the flowers he puts leaves on the trees At his whisper birds start singing when my heart needs melodies Why I strayed from all his goodness
Recorded by hank williams, sr. Words and music by hank williams, sr. Capo: 1st fret/key: eb/play: d On your [d] journey to the grave [d7] would you [
ice in his hair Ice on his fingers ice in his heart ice in his glassy stare Hard as a log and trussed like a frog with his arms and legs outspread I
Written and Recorded by Hank Snow The lights were burning low and Mister Midnight made his way. Old Father TIme had trudged along to close another day
I would well repay but the heft of his hate was strong He thonged me East and he thonged me West he harried me back and forth Till I fled in fright from his
Recorded by Hank Snow He remembers the first time he met her He remembered the first thing she said He remembered the first time he held her And the
take me for candy and I'd love to go tagging along We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner And the old man would sing her his song I'll give you
saloon The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune Back at the bar in a solo game sat Dangerous Dan McGrew And watching his luck was his
daring a drink he was sharing with wicked Feleena the girl that I loved So in danger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden Down went his hand
a gambler Broke ev'ry shark in town Until I met a rounder Who called all I put down We laid the cards on the table He drew an ace high hand He bet his
the world in my hands [ guitars ] Didn't he realize what he was losing To give you up he must have been insane And to him it just didn't seem to matter That his
I'm handcuffed to the only love I knew Yet I never committed any crime Like a prisoner alone in his cell I'm hundcuffed to the love I've thought was mine
Tonight as I lay on a boxcar just waiting for a train to pass by What will become of the hobo whenever his time comes to die Has the Master up yonder
Would not give him her hand her love took his stand Through the rattle of the battle as she heard his sweet voice calm and true They fled in his canoe
have run Oh the sweet rest that's prepared for the faithful Will be his blest and final "Well done" But if you try and fail in your trying Hands sore
turned and then I saw the nail scared hands that bled for me (I touched the hem of his garment that fell round him there) My heart, my soul, my all... I left there in his
a plain old fashioned girl the kind a man don't have to tame When he starts to settle down he's proud to let her wear his name Within my hand I hold
tears in his honest old eyes But he said it was the wind that brought them there As he gazed on my cheeks growing paler each day And his hand went trembling
