In the little valley town And the song that they were singing Was for baby, Jimmy Brown There's a village hidden deep in the valley Beneath the mountains
back that girl Went to see aunt Mary now, said she was to be my bride Went to see aunt Mary now, said she was to be my bride I'm so alone and lonely
(chuck berry) As I get on a city bus and found a vacant seat I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street I shouted to the driver "hey
way to Timbuktoo Another day, another town Diesel up and hammer down I've got a pimped ride, pretty bride Four little babies and my hound reside Back in the hills on the mountain
down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
All of this ends The mountain outlast the summer Father gave us a number Our very own All of my friends All of my so-called brothers We are dying We
, tonight we ride We'll skin ole Pancho Villa, make chaps out of his hide Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven brides Tonight we ride
can still remember many years ago when my sweetheart wandered by my side Down among the mountains where wild flowers grow There she promised she would be my bride
read on a hillside gravestone 'You will never leave Harlan alive' When my granddad's dad walked down Catron's Mountain And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride
uniform I was not born to fight All these wounded boys you lie beside goodnight, my friends, goodnight I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride
Writer Dorothy Jo Hope From album Golden Streets of Glory Copyright 1970 Yes I see God where the mountains reach the sky And I see God when the eagle
read on a hillside gravestone "You'll never leave Harlan alive" Oh, my granddad?s dad crossed the Cumberland Mountains Where he took a pretty girl to be his bride
reflect on all the things I try my hand at Search for the equation to persuasions I'm used to Finding comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to A mountainous
when you stayed And I'll run you out Pass you round Scrape you about Fade you out Running good rings around you Rings around you Go find yourself a beautiful bride
where I stand I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free Took a Cherokee bride