Jake Satterfield Lyrics & Chords By Danny Knicely

If you ever feel lonesome, and your down in San Antone, Beg, steal, or borrow two nickels or a dime, and call me on the phone. I'll meet you at Alamo mission, and we can say...read more

Papas name was Hannibal, Mama was Hanna-Mariah Everything we owned got all burned up in the great depression fire Strip mines and one crop farming drained the green earth dry We...read more

Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see It did rain all night the day I left The weather was bone dry The...read more

No, woman, no cry - Peter Rowans I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in trenchtown, Oba - obaserving the ypocrites As they would mingle with the good people we...read more

There's an eagle, and he keeps on flying Over the mountains capped in white snow In green valleys lonesome people trying so hard To tell each other what they think they know. ...read more