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Alabaster Stones
04:43
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Would the sky turn gray and would you write my name on sheets of paper never sent
To the postman's box to find their wings to fly to wherever I am?
Would you sing a song that would make my mama cry
'Cause I used to sing it when she'd ask me to play awhile?
Would my daddy sit in his big ol' chair and drink a little more
When he'd take a look and see my empty seat and know
That I ain't a'walkin' in tonight through that kitchen door?
And would I lay my bones on the alabaster stones
If it meant leavin' you alone?
And could my heartstrings find another place to tie their strands
If it left a hole in the place I used to stand?
Would I lay my bones on the alabaster stones?
Does the way I smile break your heart in two when I walk into the room?
And would you wonder where I am tonight if I were not with you?
And would the picture frames tell you all the names of the stars I'm shooting for?
And would you hope that I still care for you and send a prayer to the Lord?
Well you're not like the rest, boy
Your eyes shine like turquoise
You're worth more than you know
So maybe if we sit just a little bit longer
Their hearts will begin to show
And it'll feel a little more like home
Would our hearts still bend when they can, and then break when they can't?
And would the weight of all your heavy hearts be more than I could stand?
Would it be worth the loss of all I've ever known just to have a hand to hold?
And could I rest my soul in the cradle of a rolling stone?
And would I lay my bones on the alabaster stones
If it meant leavin' you alone?
And could my heartstrings find another place to tie their strands
If it left a hole in the place I used to stand?
And would I lay my bones on the alabaster stones?
Would I lay my bones on the alabaster stones?
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Oh, Susannah
03:20
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The hands of sin keep knock knock knockin' their knuckles upon my door
And the angel on my shoulder ain't gonna help me anymore
I was at my bedside prayin', singin', Jesus, help me, please!
Or this won't be the last time tonight that I get down on my knees
Oh Susannah, won't you cry for me?
The Devil ain't in Georgia, 'cause the Devil follows me
The Devil follows me
You don't need a crossroads if you're tryin' to sell your soul
Just booze and pills and a burnt-out man with a name you'll never know
I done let go of that gospel plow, Gabriel's trumpet done lost it's sound
So plow my fields and blow my horn when you lay my body down
Oh Susannah, won't you cry for me?
The Devil ain't in Georgia, 'cause the Devil follows me
Playin' on my heartstrings like a fiddle and a bow
Naw, the Devil ain't in Georgia, 'cause the Devil's in my soul
The Devil's in my soul
I had a dream the other night when everything was still
I thought I saw Susannah, dear, just a'comin' down the hill
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye
Come home to Alabama, boy, or thou shall surely die!
Oh Susannah, won't you cry for me?
The Devil ain't in Georgia, 'cause the Devil follows me
Playin' on my heartstrings like I play this old guitar
Naw, the Devil ain't in Georgia, 'cause the Devil's in my heart
Oh Susannah, won't you cry for me?
The Devil ain't in Georgia, 'cause the Devil follows me
Playin' on my heartstrings like a banjo on his knee
Naw, the Devil ain't in Georgia, 'cause the Devil follows me
The Devil follows me
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Crazy
04:05
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I've been burnin' bright, like a lighter
In the middle of a rock show when you hold me
The touch of your skin's gonna turn me on
And keep me burnin' there all night long, baby
The taste of cigarettes on your breath
The first time that I kissed you
Your lips and the gospel and the radio dial
Got my mind spinnin' like a wheel of vinyl, Elijah
In that July blue sky
Lay me down, King David
We both know that I've been going crazy
So won't you lay me down, lay me down just maybe
We both know that I've been goin' crazy
So I'll keep singin' on to the words of a song
That I can't quite remember
The swing of your hips underneath my hands
Had my heart thump-thumpin'
Like a marching band from Ohio
Left me wonderin' why don't you
Lay me down, King David
We both know that I've been going crazy
Won't you lay me down, lay me down
Well lay me down
'Cause we both know that I've been gone
Won't you lay me down, lay me down
I've been burnin' bright, like a lighter
In the middle of a rock show when you hold me
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Well my hand's on the plow and I'm pushin', can't you see Lord
And the preacher's on the street corner screamin' 'bout fire and brimstone
And daddy said the Devil had ahold of me
But my hand's on the plow, and I'm pushin' can't you see?
Yeah my hand's on the plow, daddy can't you see?
The Devil went down to Dixie, just a'wand'rin' like a wayward soul
He got turned around down near Memphis and he ended up at my door
He said, son, I'm a poor wayfarin' stranger lookin' for a place to rest
Won't you give me a slice of bread, a glass of wine and a place where I can lay my head?
'Cause my hand's on the plow and I'm pushin', can't you see
And the preacher on the street corner's a'preachin' lies about me
Daddy told me I ain't never comin' home
But my hand's on the plow and I'm pushin', don't you know?
Yeah, my hand's on the plow, son don't you know?
I says Devil I ain't gonna pay my dues, you never did me no good
When I was on my knees at Jesus' feet, you laughed right where you stood
And God done got run outta town by the Mississippi State Police
And so I'd watch my back if I were you, who knows, you might be next
I don't give a damn that you talk real sweet, that you call me son and smile
'Cause I done made my home on this front row pew a waitin' on revival
I don't think God hears my prayers but I'll still ring his bell
So you can tuck your tail between your legs and wander straight to hell
'Cause my hand's on the plow, can't you see
And the preachers on the street corner's just a screamin' at me
And daddy said the hands of sin done had a hold
Ahold of my heart, and a foothold in my soul
But my hand's on the plow, don't you know?
Yeah, my hand's on the plow, don't you know?
Well I still got a hand on the gospel plow, oh
I've gone too far and can't stop now, oh
Sister Mary's bound in chains, oh
And every link is Jesus' name, oh
Yeah my hand's on the plow and I'm pushin', can't you see?
And the preachers on the street corner won't look at me
Mama told me that I've been doin' wrong
But my hand's on the plow, I've been pushin' all along
Yeah, my hand's on the plow, I've been pushin' all along
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God & Me
03:04
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There ain't no trouble that you might see
That's too big for God, it's never too big for God
God and me
Though a man may fall he ain't lost all
If he has God, if he has God
And a friend
Well we ain't no ragtime kings
But no matter what the hard times, good times bring
You'll always have God, you'll always have God
God and me
There ain't no trouble that you might see
That's too big for God, ain't never too big for God
God and me
It's never too big for God
It's never too big for God
God and me
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