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Oh, cant you hear, Is here that angel band singing, "Come home, soldier, to the Promised Land." Oh, cant you hear, Is here that angel band singing, "Come home now soldier, On to the Promised Land." Instrumental Well folks I wanna tell you about a travelin man His home was down in Tennessee He made a living stealin' chickens And everything else he could see Now one day the sheriff got behind that boy And made him take to the road Ain't never been a passenger train so fast Old joker couldn't climb on board Travelin' man He must have been a travelin' man Travelin' ramblin' man He was the swiftest in the land Gamblin' ramblin' Joe They know'd him in every town No, he couldnt give up No, he wouldn't stay put And I'll guess he never settled down Well they sent that fella to the spring one day For to fetch a pail of water And the distance from the spring to the house It was sixteen miles and a quarter He got the water and it was alright But then he hooked his toe and he fell down He ran to the house and he got another bucket Caught the water 'fore it hit the ground Travelin' man He must have been a travelin' man Travelin' ramblin' man He was the swiftest in the land Gamblin' ramblin' Joe They know'd him in every town He couldnt give up No, he wouldn't stay put And I'll guess he never settled down Well, he hoboed the great Titanic Thought he'd sail out the ocean blue And when he saw that ol' iceberg a comin' Man off of that boat he flew And the rest of the fellers all hollered and laughed Said, "look at what a great big fool" But while that old boat was a sinking Joe was shootin' crap in Liverpool Travelin' man He must have been a travelin' man Travelin' ramblin' man He was the swiftest in the land Gamblin' ramblin' Joe They know'd him in every town He couldnt give up And he wouldn't stay put And I'll guess he never settled down Well there aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you dont know by now Well there aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe Aint dont matter anyhow When the rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and Ill be gone Youre the reason Im travlin on Dont think twice, its all right Now there aint no use in turnin on your light, babe Like youve never done before Ah there aint no use in callin out my name, gal I cant hear you anymore Im wishing there was somethin that you could do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin anyway Dont think twice, its all right Im travelin down this long, lonesome road, babe Where Im bound, I cant tell And goodbyes just too good a word, gal Honey Ill just say fare thee well And Im a-thinkin and Im wondrin as Im rocking down the road I loved a woman, but a child Im told Gave her my heart but she wanted my soul But dont think twice, its all right Wake up wake up darling Corey What makes you sleep so sound The revenue officers are coming Theyre gonna tear your still house down Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold cold ground Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darling Corey down Well the first time I saw darling Corey She was sitting on the banks of the sea Had a forty-four around her And a banjo on her knee Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold cold ground Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darling Corey down Well the last time I saw darling Corey She had a wine glass in her hand She was drinking away her troubles With the low down sorry man Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold cold ground Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darling Corey down Cant you hear them bluebirds singing Cant you hear that mournful sound Theyre preaching Coreys funeral In some lonesome graveyard ground Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold cold ground Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darling Corey down It was on a cold winter night When the winds blew across the wild moor And Mary came wandering home with her child Till she came to her own father's door Oh father, dear father, she cried Wont you come down and open the door Or this child in my arms, it will perish and die By the winds that blow across the wild moor Oh why did I leave this fair spot, Where once I was happy and free, I'm now doomed to roam with no friends nor home, And no one to take pity on me Oh the father was deaf to her cries Not a sound of her voice, did he hear Though the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled By the winds blew across the wild moor Oh, how the old man must have felt When he came to the door, the next mornin' And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive Closely clasped in its dead mother's arms In grief the old man wind away And the cottage to ruin went soon And no one they say, will live there to this day And the winds blew across the wild moor Now the villagers point out the spot Where the willows hang over the door Saying there Mary died, once the gay village bride By the winds that blow across the wild moor Instrumental Im gonna lay down my old guitar Gonna lay down my old guitar Oh I wish I could tie it to my side And take it along with me Im sick in this lonesome bed Im sick in this lonesome bed Aint no one to hold my aching head Well Im sick in this lonesome bed Im gonna lay down my old guitar Im gonna lay down my old guitar I wish I could tie it to my side And take it along with me Im telling this world goodbye Im telling this world goodbye Im telling this world and my pretty little girl Ill soon tell them all goodbye Im gonna lay down my old guitar Gonna lay down my old guitar Oh I wish I could tie it to my side And take it along with me Aint no one to cry for me Aint no one to cry for me Well Ive wandered so far away dont you see Aint no one to cry for me Im gonna lay down my old guitar Gonna lay down my old guitar I wish I could tie it to my side And take it along with me Oh I wish I could tie it to my side And take it along with me Where the air is clear And the road is straight All the choices have been made Ill keep rollin right along Leaning on a travelin song Seeing things that just aint there Five hours away from anywhere Highway 80 way out west Cant afford to get no rest Bolt of lightning up on high Rips the darkness from the sky Behind the wheel where I belong Leaning on a travelin song I cant recall the past ten miles Standing still feels like Im flyin That old moon is shining bright Keep her steady, lord keep it right Traverse City to Santa Fe Sacramento on down to Tampa Bay Cruising through the early dawn Leaning on a travelin song Im leaning on a travelin song Listening to a highway prayer Gonna be a long time gone If I ever make it there Where the air is clear and the road is straight All the choices have been made Ill keep rollin right along Leaning on a travelin song Ill keep rollin right along Leaning on a travelin song Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI

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