Letras:
Antiguo John

: I am at Your feet I?m on bended knee You?re my Father I?ve become Your child I receive Your worth By my right of birth For Jesus, my brother, has

: Ain't no people on the old dirt road, no more weather on the old dirt road. It's better than a mudslide, mama, when the morning come. Oh, oh, oh, oh

Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh oh,

It's the old ship of Zion It's the old ship of Zion It's the old ship of Zion I got on board early one mornin' I got on board Ain't no danger in the

Big Old Goofy World John Prine Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse

by John Williamson Where ancient mountains are whittled down Millions of years to a little mound Where giant feet are fossil found I see spinifex surfing

Two days before the moon was round You felt the urge of sun?s light beams The muffled world of dolphin sound Slipped down and back into your dreams For

Virgil Caine is the name I served on the Danville Train So much cavalry came And tore up the tracks again In the summer of sixty-five We were hungry

How old was i, 5 or 6 or so The innocent years, long ago Father on a chair reaching up so far Crowning the tree, with that old tin star And it shines