I was ridin' free on that old SP humming a southern tune When a man came along made me hush my song kicked me off way out there As she pulled out of
ترجمة: الثلوج ، هانك. وهناك طريقة للخروج.
there's a little white gate which most dream folks always attent And just inside there's a little path that leads towards the rainbow's end And down at the end there
Written and recorded by Hank Snow (spoken) Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time since I last rode down this old trail. How
long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great divide and a white man stiff and still Lying there by his lonesome
you know It was down in st XXXXXX That I first heard the sound Of Nina's voice on the juke box xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And I was so lost down there Out of love
Well Hard-Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light And there was more faint pencilling that sorely taxed his sight At last he made it out and
For a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man And there I strove and there I clove through the drift of icy streams And there I fought and there
a housewife Bob and a housenote too Reclining chairs and phone bills Bob that's not for you I'm a headin' out LA way Bob there ain't no spare The freight pulls out
Blue sea keep a rolling on your weary way My sweetie has left me she done drifted away She hopped a big ocean liner headed out to the sea And left a world
Good morning America... Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee Half way home and we'll get there by morning Through
my sweet baby go [ steel ] I'm weak and I'm weary so worn out from cryin' for you No use tryin' sleepin' I can't sleep without weepin' that's true There
like a spell Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
And when you dance with the sweet senorita you meet in the moonlight You'll forget way of prom and you'll never wanna come home And in a tropical way
way of his wondering gaze The rag-time kid was having a drink there was no one else on the stool So the stranger stumbles across the room and flops down there
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 There's no way out and
thr trail I heard a big wail She changed her mind, felt sorry Her yodel, you see, was meant for me And she said, you had me worried I've rode out tonight
On the isle of Filla Lilla out Hawaii way A hula maiden gay strolled by on moonlit bay There came to court her over the water from a savage Zinga Zululand
