Come on pretty baby, won't you take me by the hand? I thought maybe that I could be your man And for a while, we could go in style Come on, we're goin
Help rollin', 1, 2 You know what to do I'm a Harlan man Went down in the mine when I was barely grown It was easy then ?Cause I didn't know what I know
Well, come away with me, my little delta boy I wanna be your delta mama for a while And if you stay you'll see I can bring you lots of joy I can turn
1, 2, 3, 4 I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been
My Granddaddy was a railroad man When I was young he took me by the hand Dragged me to the station at the break of dawn Said, "Boy, I got to show you
Bound down that long, lonesome highway As far as I can ride 'til I outrun your memory I can't go home 'cause I can't face another day alone Without you
Work the graveyard shift, stay up all night long Work the graveyard shift to stay up all night long You'll wake up someday, find your good gal gone I
I'm goin' out to Denver, see if I can find Oh, I'm goin' out to Denver, see if I can find That lovin' Colorado girl of mine The promise in her smile
Since you left me, baby I've been true to you I don't run around with every gal in town The way I used to do I'm startin' over new Yours forever blue
I didn't know You'd be in this place tonight Then again I thought you might Now I don't know what to do Does it show When my poor heart skips a beat
Well my name's John Lee Pettimore Same as my Daddy and his Daddy before You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here He only came to town about twice a year
I come to you with empty hands, I guess I just forgot again I only got my love to send on valentine's day I ain't got a card to sign, roses have been
I was born on this mountain, a long time ago Before they knocked down the timber and they strip-mined the coal When you rose in the mornin', before it
I was born my papa's son A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun Now some of you would live through me Then lock me up and throw away the key Or just find a
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There ain't a lot that you can do in this town You drive down to the lake and then you turn back around You go to school and you learn to read and write
I was fresh out of the service 'n it was back in ?82 I raised some Cain, when I come back to town I left to be all I could be, come home without a clue