: Well I got troubles, troubles on my mind Yes, when I got those troubles, troubles on my mind Well, I'm gonna forget my troubles, leave my troubles
: I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler I'm a long way from home And if you don't like me You can leave me alone For it's dark and it's rainin' And the moon
: I'm out here a thousand miles from my home Walking a road other men have gone down I'm seeing a new world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants
i left home An' I been out a-ramblin' round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, lord, to my home An' I never wrote a letter to my home.
: Well, I'm gonna get you a Sally gal, I'm gonna get you a Sally Gal, I'm gonna get you a Sally gal, I'm gonna get you a Sally gal. Well, I'm just one
: It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter, anyhow And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When your
: I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I'll say goodbye to Colorado Where I was born and partly raised. Your mother says I'm
: How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n
deepths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home
: Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind 'Fore the hurricane begins
too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home Your empty handed armies, are all going home
: Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in
: I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for
: She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back She can take
muddy 'n' wild, You can't care the bloody for my unborn child. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Number nine train ain' done no harm, Number nine train take my poor baby home
unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearsal around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps or the soul To the old folks home
: Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that
: Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God say, "No." Abe say, "What ?" God say, "You can do what you want