Sylvie gonna bring a little water
Baby’s gonna cry until he’s fed
And the fire’s gonna burn down to nothing
Poor folk gonna scrap for a piece of bread
And the preacher’s gonna preach from the Bible
Devil’s gonna laugh at what he said
Gambler gonna lay down his last gold dollar
Shadow’s gonna creep from the farmer’s shed
And the lawman
Lawman
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead
Now the ground’s gonna freeze when fall is over
Fever gonna burn in a big brass bed
The big iron gonna rust, everything’s dust to dust
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead
Yeah the lawman
Lawman
Lawman gonna kill my honey dead
Other lyrics by Gillian Welch:
Empty Trainload Of Sky
Saw a freight train yesterday It was chugging, plugging away ‘Cross a river trestle so high Just a boxcar blue Showing daylight clear through Just an empty …
Hashtag
Once I saw your old familiar face I was walking in a new watering place Been a little lost for a little while People sometimes go out of style Make a new habit have new …
Here Stands A Woman
You told me that you loved me And that would never change Now I’m looking in the mirror And I know that I’m to blame Cause it’s all gone babe, like the …
Howdy Howdy
Tell me what did the blackbird say to the crow? Dry your eyes don’t you cry, ain’t gonna rain no more Men on the levee, dry wheat in the field Pretty soon …
Lawman
Sylvie gonna bring a little water Baby’s gonna cry until he’s fed And the fire’s gonna burn down to nothing Poor folk gonna scrap for a piece of bread …