The Ramblers Life Lyrics & Chords By The South Carolina Broadcasters

Well, I'm alive like a sprouting seed, like the deepest roots of an ancient tree I did not come here for the bread, no, I have come to wake the dead They'll say tell us...read more

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Oh, sometimes I go walking through fields where we walked Long ago in the sweet used-to-be And the flowers still grow, but they don't smell as sweet As they did when you picked...read more

I'll close my eyes and listen to you, the corn come out. Don't you hear the stars, they glisten, as we go in and out. Down where the trees grow together, and the western path...read more

the trees blow their own leaves spreading their seeds to the prairies as will a woman who's lost in her world know what she came for and know what she could the ocean has no...read more