DeliaOh, DeliaDelia all my lifeIf I hadn't have shot poor DeliaI'd have had her for my wifeDelia's goneOne more roundDelia's gone I went up to MemphisAnd I met Delia thereFound her in her parlorAnd I tied her to her chairDelia's goneOne more roundDelia's gone She was low down and triflingAnd she was cold and meanKind of evilMake me want to grab my submachineDelia's goneOne more roundDelia's gone First time I shot herI shot her in the sideHard to watch her sufferBut with the second shot she diedDelia's goneOne more roundDelia's gone But jailerOh, jailerJailer, I can't sleep'Cause all around my bedsideI hear the patter of Delia's feetDelia's goneOne more roundDelia's gone So if your woman's devilishYou can let her runOr you can bring her down and do herLike Delia got doneDelia's goneOne more roundDelia's gone

I don't want no aggravation When my train has left the station If you're there or not, I may not even know Have a round and remember Things we did that weren't so tender Let the train blow the whistle when I go On my guitar sell tickets So someone can finally pick it And tell the girls down at the Ritz I said hello Tell the gossipers and liars I will see them in the fire Let the train blow the whistle when I go Let her blow, let her blow Long and loud and hard and happy Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid When I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow You'll be left without excuses For the evils and abuses Down to today from years and years ago And have yourself another toke From my basket full of smoke And let the train blow the whistle when I go Let her blow, let her blow Long and loud and hard and happy Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid When I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow

I got a friend named Whiskey Sam He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam He said is my country just a little off track Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me backBut, it's better than not coming back at all Many a good man I saw fallAnd even now, every time I dreamI hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream Drive on, it don't mean nothin' My children love me , but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'Drive on I remember one night, Tex and meRappelled in on a hot L.Z. We had our 16's on rock and roll But, with all that fire, was scared and cold We were crazy, we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead, but by God's grace Drive on, it don't mean nothin' My children love me , but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'Drive on It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I came home, but Tex did not And I can't talk about the hit he got I got a little limp now when I walkAnd I got a little tremolo when I talkBut my letter read from Whiskey Sam "You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam" Drive on, it don't mean nothin' My children love me , but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'Drive on.

The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile barsRestless by day And by night rants and rages at the starsGod help the beast in me The beast in me Has had to learn to live with painAnd how to shelter from the rainAnd in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrainedGod help the beast in me Sometimes it tries to kid me That it's just a teddy bearAnd even somehow manage to vanish in the airAnd that is when I must beware Of the beast in me that everybody knowsThey've seen him out dressed in my clothesPatently unclear If it's New York or New YearGod help the beast in me The beast in me

Why me, Lord, what have I ever done To deserve even oneOf the blessings I've knownWhy me, Lord, what did I ever doThat was worth love from youAnd the kindness you've shown Lord, help me, Jesus, I've wasted it soHelp me, Jesus, I know what I amNow that I know that I've need you soHelp me, Jesus, my soul's in your hand Try me, Lord, if you think there's a wayThat I can repay what I've taken from youMaybe, Lord, I could show someone elseWhat I've been through myself on my way back to you Lord, help me, Jesus, I've wasted it soHelp me, Jesus, I know what I amNow that I know that I've need you soHelp me, Jesus, my soul's in your handJesus, my soul's in your hand

Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm atGot the number thirteen tattooed on my neck When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young Got a long line of heartache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken reach from here to hell Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young They just gave me the number when I was young

Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others find you in the light That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well That you've made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall Street Just let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky Make me a partner of the wind and sun And I won't ask a life that's soft or high Let me be easy on the man that's down Let me be square and generous with all I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town But never let them say I'm mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains And honest as the horse between my knees Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget You know about the reasons that are hid You understand the things that gall or fret Well, you knew me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on all that's done or said And right me sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie.

Along about eighteen and twenty-fiveI left Tennessee very much aliveI never would have made it through the Arkansas mudIf I hadn't been a-riding on the Tennessee Stud I had some trouble with my sweetheart's paOne of her brothers was a bad outlawI wrote a letter to my Uncle ThudAnd I rode away on the Tennessee Stud The Tennessee Stud was long and leanThe color of the sun and his eyes were greenHe had the nerve and he had the bloodAnd there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud One day I was ridin' in a beautiful landand run smack into an Indian bandThey jumped their nags with a hoop and a yellA I rode away like a bat outta hell I circled their camp for a time or twojust to show what the Tennessee stud could doThem redskin boys couldn't get my bloodCuz I was aridin' on the Tennessee Stud refrain Rode on down into no man's landI crossed the river called the Rio GrandeI raced my horse with the Spaniards bold'Til I got me a skinful of silver and gold Me and a gambler, we couldn't agreeWe got in a fight over TennesseeWe jerked our guns, he fell with a thudAnd I got away on the Tennessee Stud The Tennessee Stud was long and leanThe color of the sun and his eyes were greenHe had the nerve and he had the bloodAnd there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud I rode on back across ArkansasAnd I whupped her brother and I whupped her paI found that girl with the golden hairAnd she was a-riding on a Tennessee Mare Stirrup to stirrup and side by sieWe crossed the plains andthe valleys wideCome to Big Muddy and the foot of the floodon the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee Stud Pretty little baby on the cabin floorAnd a little horse colt playing 'round the doorI love the girl with the golden hairAnd the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare. The Tennessee Stud was long and leanThe color of the sun and his eyes were greenHe had the nerve and he had the bloodAnd there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight in some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee And if I have been unkind I hope that you will just let it go by And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you Like a baby stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out to me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I'll make it all up to you I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch He called out to me "Don't ask for so much " And a young woman leaning on her darkened door She cried out to me "Why not ask for more" Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free

There's a place I know where the train goes slow Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove Down where the willow and the dogwood grow You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell [...] Unfortunately, we are not licensed to display the full lyrics for this song at the moment. Hopefully we will be able to in the future. Until then, how about a random page?