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When you left you said you would not be returning
Nothing here you'd ever want to see again
But each night you've come to visit me in mem'ries
And won't you be a little quieter if you can
Last night I heard you walkin' in the hallway
And your footsteps sounded like a marching band
And I haven't slept in so long I can't remember
So won't you be a little quieter if you can
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Well you're back again tonight out in the kitchen
I can hear you as you rattle the pots and pans
Oh what I'd give to see you when you visit me
Cause these lonely walls're driving me insane
When you're finished with your bath please close the closet
The dripping water sounds juts like a drivin' rain
Each night I'm looking forward to your visit
But won't you be a little quieter if you can
I wish you'd be a little quieter if you can
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On past the Riley Fruit Farm in the country and across the Gundy Hills to Jopin Holler
An old man lived alone like a prisoner serving I'd never met a man like Albert Erving
Albert never held a woman or a child you could see that loneliness had drove him wild
He said I ain't seen a soul in three long years and down his lonely face came the tears
His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn down
Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around
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Everything in Albert's house was made by hand a picture carved in wood sat on a stand
Such beauty in a face I'd never seen carved just below the picture the name Kathleen
Albert held the picture close up to his face said my Kathleen adds beauty to this place
I asked him who she was then came the tears
He said she's not real she's just someone I've dreamed of all these years
His house was filled...
Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around
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(Attention please Southbound bus loading Gate No 8
All aboard for Willow Springs Taboule Rogersville Paskanaw Ravanden
Belaford Johnsborro Marktree and Memphis all aboard South all aboard please)
I drive for the bus line to all points south I drive
Guess I've heard a million stories from the folks that ride
Have your tickets ready please and don't forget to check your grid
And I'm a leavin' on another one of my hurried southern trips
These big wheels roll in the heat and the cold
When the thunder and the lightenin' whips
And the folks that ride got a reason to ride on a hurried southern trips
With a tear filled eyes a young girl got on board at Willow Springs
She was bearing child and I didn't see a ring
I'm on my way to Memphis she said through trembling lips
At the unwed mother's home I'll end up my hurried southern trip
A man stepped aboard in Memphis said do you remember me
I rode here with you to Luthportworth in 1953
And I've been in prison all these years cause I made one bad slip
And I took him home to Rogersville on a hurried southern trip
These big wheels roll in...
A soldier boy said hello Joe it's been a long long time
Do you still make a special stop and the Shannon County Line
It wasn't long till we were there to meet the folks he'd missed
Tears of joy filled every eye on that hurried southern trip
These big wheels roll in...
(We will change buses here ladies and gentlemen for all point stops
Be sure that you conform your reservation be sure to check your baggage and babies
For Birmingham Knoxville Charlotte Gatlinsburg Curbville Mobile)
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This room is like a tomb quiet and still I can almost hear my heart breaking
But it won't cause there's a chance I might see you tomorrow
But oh the agony of waiting
You told me that someday you'd be my baby
But I wonder if you know the agony of waiting all alone
But I love you you know that or I wouldn't stand the pain
And the agony of waiting in vain
Here I am all alone again tonight waiting for the dawn to start breaking
My eyes won't stay closed they wanna see you and oh the agony of waiting
You told me that someday...
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The ceremony's beginning for the late love of mine
But there's no one attending but me and the mem'ries she left behind
I watched as her love for me died a little at a time
She tried in every way she could the late love of mine
How could I expect a good woman to love a slave to the wine
I knew someday I'd lose her the late love of mine
The strong drink is made for the weak ones that won't stand by love that they find
And I'm trying to bury the mem'ries of the late love of mine
How could I expect...
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To a man and wife three sons were born on the same day a bright Sundy morn
Three boys with exactly the same chance in life
Their daddy was a wealthy man they'd know no hunger or strife
Their names were Carroll Gerald and Harold Dee
The years passed quickly it seemed for the three
Carroll studied law with a bachelor's degree
He'd read law books till way in the night
To be the world's greatest lawyer was his goal in life
Gerald studied numbers he was like a machine
Adding subtracting multiplying accounting was his dream
The books were untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating or sleeping learning of God's ways
The rest of the family would go to town but Harold Dee would stay home
And through the woods and the fields he'd walk around
Why they wouldn't even get him to the barbershop
Several months passed and his folks told him this foolishness must stop
His mama and daddy said his hair was a disgrace
Not to mention the beard that grew long on his face
At least they decided Harold Dee must leave home
Unlike Carroll and Gerald he had no business of his own
And his reputation was hurtin' the family name
The weird boy with the beads and the sandals and the bangs
Six years passed no one knew where he went
Then the county was told a revival was a comin' in the world's biggest tent
Why it seemed the whole county was there opening night not one empty seat
When the missionary walked to the pulpit the crowd rose to their feet
Everyone stared with shock and disbelief
Whispers went through the crowd I believe that's Harold Dee
The missionary held a closed Bible in his hands and spoke with a voice soft and kind
And recited Genesis Matthews Mark Luke and John and Revelations line at a time
It lasted four hours but not one left their seat
God's power had been given and delivered by Brother Harold Dee
In the fourth row from the front sat his mother and dad
His two brother and their wives he looked at them and smiled and said
God bless you for coming tonight let us pray
God thank you for the great books that give knowledge to men
Of science fiction figures and the laws of the land
But most of all thank you for the Book of Life eternally
Your Holy Bible that you taught every word to Harold Dee amen
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Satan's got river (Satan's got river deep and wide) so deep and wide
Satan's got a river and it's so deep and wide
And he's got folks a swimming (he's got folks a swimming) in the warm smooth tire
But some day Satan's river
(Yes some day Satan's river is gonna run dry) it's gonna run dry
What was once a smooth river hot lava will make the tide
Stay clear of Satan's river heaven's on either side
Big yachts are sailing Satan's river so smooth
Never stopping of thinking about God's golden rule
When the river starts to sinking they'll cry I've been a fool
Satan's got river deep and wide Satan's got river and it's so deep and wide
And he's got folks a swimming in the warm smooth tide
Satan's got river...
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