With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Are you talking to me? I'll give you something to cry about St. Jimmy My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of
Well you're just across the street looks a mile to my feet I want to go to you funny how im nervous still I've always been the easy kill I guess I always
If she seems cold and bitter I beg of you Just stop and consider all she's goin' through Don't be quick to condemn her for things she might say Just
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet Took a penny from my pocket In his tin cup I did drop it I
I've had to burn most every bridge I've crossed, It seems that everything I've loved I've lost, When I met you I thought my luck had turned, Our
Well, the crop's all in and the work's all done Gonna clean up the barn and have a lot of fun Throw salt on the floor, sweep it all around Do the boogie
Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed When the weather was a whizzin' cold? When the wind was a whistlin' round The house and the moon was yellow
Now, I'm just a simple guy But there's one thing sure as shootin' I hate those folks that think that they're So doggone high fa lutin I'd be the same
Pennies for papa, the little boy cried We have no place to call home Papa is blind, sir, and fast growing old Mama has left us alone Once we had friends
A lot of folks have told me I was pulled 'fore I was ripe A winter apple picked off in the fall But even as a youngin' I was not the bashful type '
If any one could find the joy that true love brings a girl and boy we could, we could, you and I If any one could ever say that their true love was
My pappy used to tan my hide Out behind the barn He taught me to be dignified Out behind the barn But when he took that strap to me, and turned
I was just a very young fellow when I found my pretty flower Growing in a field of love one day When she told me that she love me then I knew that I
Take An Old Cold 'tater, performed by Little Jimmie Dickens When I was A little boy around the table athome. I remember fairly well when[A]Company
When you walk up to a juke box and you slip a nickel in, You bet your bottom dollar when that record starts to spin You'll hear a fiddle and a gittar
done Jimmy, what's your vote? You don't have to repay them after all No, you don't have to repay them after all Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy, it seems
I?m not alone cause the TV?s on yeah I?m not crazy cause I take the right pills everyday And rest, clean your conscience Clear your thoughts with speyside
I don't care what you do I'm getting out No, nothing ever shames me Don't wanna thing from you I'm going out I don't care if you're angry I'm getting