Lyrics:
second hand news in
The middle of the day
Sounded like a rumor or a lie
A Pontiac wrapped around an old oak tree
Vehicular suicide harry Green had died
have no doubt
With the vehicle in neutral and the ground to be faced
I'll be all laid to rest in my proper place
Into the roots of an old oak tree
have no doubt
With the vehicle in neutral and the ground to be faced
I'll be all laid to rest in my proper place
Into the roots of an old oak tree
(Tweet, tweedle-lee-dee)
Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin'
treed and I went to see,
Blue had 'possum up a tall oak tree.
Boy I roasted 'possum, nice and brown,
Sweet potatoes, n' all a-round
And to say "Here
Love is all I seek
Love is all I seek
And when at times my words desert me
Music is the tongue I speak
I rest my head beside a white oak tree
No
the door in the big dark oak tree
sing all day long of the mother lode
We can let it roll, in the forest
With your long robes on
I know where you're coming from
By the big oak tree
In south carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
I did for a time
But I don't mind.
Once I was strong as a mountain,
I stood tall like a giant Oak tree
Now my blood runs thin like water in
a nightgown underneath the old oak tree
Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me
But lately, I can't see
(You wanted me sadder)
Baby (you wanted me
as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for
His bicycle leans on an oak tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out
(Gram Parsons/Bob Buchanon)
In South Carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel
I knew
Back home there stands an old house
With a picket fence beneath a big oak tree
I can almost see the backyard
And a little girl with
sung and I've danced in the streets of Paris
Discovered my trousers up an old oak tree
I've walked half naked through the hotel continental (but you know
that trendy crap
I love a flat wood ol' front porch made of an old oak tree
And that's how I'll always be
I'll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs
His bicycle leans on an oak tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out
Like a stone, you can't hurt me
Like that old oak tree, I'm as strong as I can be
Like a clock that moves but goes nowhere
I know just when it's
Another day is through.
So go to sleep,
My little Buckaroo.
Don't you realize,
My little Buckaroo,
That it was from a little acorn,
That the Oak
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
I wish I could take a cab down to the creek
And hang a disco ball from an old oak tree
Smoke and drink once in a while
Somehow it'd be good for me
the wicked that he done
Take all the rope in Texas find a tall oak tree
Round up all them bad boys, hang them high in the street
For all the people to see
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