- Doing My Time
On this old rock pile, with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an achin` heart and a worried mind
- Dusty
C Am C
Just off the road leading into the town
F G
Is where Dusty lived down by the tracks
C
Where the trains running by raise the dust
F G
From the ground by her family shack
- Hometown Blues
I wish I'd never come back home
It don't feel right since I've been grown
I can't find any of my old friends hangin' 'round
Won't nothin' bring you down like your hometown
I spent some time in New Orleans
I had to live on rice and beans
I hitched through Texas when the sun was beatin' down
- Life is Like a Mountain Railroad
Spiritual Song/Hymn
Life is like a mountain railroad, with an engineer that's brave;
We must make the run successful, from the cradle to the grave;
Watch the curves, the fills, the tunnels; never falter, never quail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
Refrain:
- Like I Used To Do
There was a time when we'd be the last to leave
Watching the sun come up while everyone fell asleep
The music was always loud and I'd smoke and drink too much
Until I'd fall in your arms and into your lovin' touch
Now as the years roll by, time has reeled me in
I've slowed down a notch or two from the way things were then
Those old ways of mine, I've left them behind
- Love Of The Mountains
G C G
Two trees on the hillside of the mountain
D C G
Always looking up towards the sky
G C G
Reminds me of my mama and my papa
- Open Up the Window, Noah
A little bird flew to the window and mourned (?)
Open up the window, let the dove fly in
Get ready O Noah, for this coming storm
Open up the window, let the dove fly in
CHORUS
Open up the window, Noah
Open up the window, Noah
- The Shape I'm In
The Shape I’m In
© Dudley Connell, Southern Melody
It don’t make a difference what’s goin’ round
I can’t seem to keep my feet on the ground
It don’t seem to matter where I’ve gone or where I’ve been
You don’t know the shape I’m in
- This Weary Heart You Stole Away
I wait for you dear all night long
It seems you never do get home
I fall asleep at the break of day
Just to drive these awful blues away
Wake up sweetheart the night has passed
You slept your troubles all away
Get ready now to love again