Hank Snow Lyrics
Hank Snow Lyrics
"The Drunkard's Son Lyrics"
Yallah Lyrics
Rendest rachib, rhud rhip zelp borachs un fun dehl noach, shochen zoap Oh ohhhhh, oh yeah Ah ahhhhh, oh yeah And your city will fall And your corn won't grow To
Rendest rachib, rhud rhip zelp borachs un fun dehl noach, shochen zoap Oh ohhhhh, oh yeah Ah ahhhhh, oh yeah And your city will fall And your corn won't grow To
Written & Recorded by Hank Snow
[G]In an old dusty [G7]attic of a [C]tenement house
I [G]happend to [A7]wander one [D]day [D7]
And [G]there on the [G7]rafters 'neath [C]shavings and chips
A [G]drunkard's poor [D7]little boy [G]lay
Oh [G7]why are lying up [C]here in the cold
What [G7]makes you lie on this hard [C]bed? [C7]
My [F]father's a drunkard a
The Body And The Blood Lyrics
sister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you angel anathema i'll drink your blood the blood you shed for me was all you gave to me my bold bulimic belly dancer narcissistic nec
nd he [C]beat me to[Am]daysister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you angel anathema i'll drink your blood the blood you shed for me was all you gave to me my bold bulimic belly dancer narcissistic nec
My [F]darling old G7]mother is [C]dead
I'm[G]hiding from [G7]father and [C]please sir, don't tell
He [G]beat me 'cause [A7]I would not [D]steal [D7]
He [G]said he would [G7]kill me the [C]next I failed
And I'm [G]so a[D7]fraid sir, he [G]will
I'm [G7]leaving you here, son, I [C]sadly replied
But [G7]I will be back right a[C]way [C7
I Fought The Law Lyrics
(Sonny Curtis) Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money and I had none I fought the law and the law
(Sonny Curtis) Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money and I had none I fought the law and the law
But [F]when I returned to the [C]attic I [Am]found
That [F]Jesus had [G7]been there that [C]day
The [G]chips and the [G7]shavings were [C]there as before
And the [G]little boy [A7]lie on his [D]bed [D7]
With [G]tears on his [G7]cheeks and his [C]hands at his side
The [G]poor little [D7]fellow was [G7]dead
A [G7]picture of mother lay [C]close to his heart
I've been waitin on the overdrive. Slick and polished on the inside. It ruins feeding time. I'll recover in an empty room. In remission from a real mood. Sit down, fuck-
As I [F]opened the paper, my [C]eyes filled with [Am]tears
For [F]these were the [G7]words that I [C]read
I'm [G]hiding with [G7]Jesus a[C]cross the divide
With dear [G]mother for[A7]ever I'll [D]dwell [D7]
And [G]thank you dear [G7]mister for your [C]kindness to me
And [G]now it's al[D7]right if you [G]tell