Old Virginia Hills Lyrics & Chords By Alice Gerrard

My new neighbor from the city Bought forty acres up the road He made his money in the market Now he's wearing cowboy clothes He's got no cows or chickens But the hat and...read more

Tempted and tried we're oft made to wonder why it should be thus all the day long While there are others living about us never molested though in the wrong Farther along...read more

Mobile station Where I stand This old gas pump In my hand The Boss don't like me Face like a weasel All on my hands The smell of diesel Here comes the big shot Here he...read more

Now, come and bathe my forehead, Mother For I'm growing very weak Let one drop of water, Mother, Fall upon my burning cheek Go and tell my little playmates That I never more...read more

The lonesome sound of a train going by, Make me wanna stop and cry. I recall the day he took you a way, I'm blue, I'm lonesome, too. When I'm hear that whistle blow, I...read more