Barker Horton lyrics
Barker Horton lyrics
"At The Foot Of Yonder Mountain Lyrics"
Jesus Christ Lyrics
JESUS CHRIST (Woody Guthrie) Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land Hard working man and brave
At the Foot of Yonder Mountain
At the foot of yonder mountain there runs a clear stream,
At the foot of yonder mountain there lives a fair queen;
She's handsome, she's proper, and her ways are complete.
I ask no better pastime than to be with my sweet.
But wby sbe won't have me l well understand;
She wants some freeholder and l bave no land.
I cannot maintain her on silver and gold,
And all the other fine things that my love's bouse should hold.
Oh I wish I were a penman and could write a fine hand!There For Her Lyrics
sometimes i get to thinking i'm a hurting kind of guy why'd that woman leave me for a lesser kind if you don't know now,
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I would write my love a letter from this distant land.JESUS CHRIST (Woody Guthrie) Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land Hard working man and brave
At the Foot of Yonder Mountain
At the foot of yonder mountain there runs a clear stream,
At the foot of yonder mountain there lives a fair queen;
She's handsome, she's proper, and her ways are complete.
I ask no better pastime than to be with my sweet.
Machine Lyrics
(Gordon Gano/Brian Ritchie) I got a machine And I took over the world In one weekend I took over the world<
(Gordon Gano/Brian Ritchie) I got a machine And I took over the world In one weekend I took over the world<
But wby sbe won't have me l well understand;
She wants some freeholder and l bave no land.
I cannot maintain her on silver and gold,
And all the other fine things that my love's bouse should hold.
Oh I wish I were a penman and could write a fine hand!
sometimes i get to thinking i'm a hurting kind of guy why'd that woman leave me for a lesser kind if you don't know now,
I'd send it by the waters just for to let her know
That I think of pretty Mary wherever I go.
Oh I wish I were a bird and had wings and could fly,
It's to my love's dwelling this night I'd draw nigh.
I'd sit in her window all night long and cry
That for love of pretty Mary I gladly would die.
From American Folk Tales and Songs, Chase. Collected from Horton
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