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in mid July And I just hit town and my throat was dry I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew At an old saloon on a street of mud There at a table,

Darlin' companion, come on an' give me understandin' And let me be your champion, a hand to hold your pretty hand in Darlin' companion, now you know you

Well, it was a time on earth When in the books of heaven An old account was standing For sins yet unforgiven My name was at the top And many things below

He turned the water into wine He turned the water into wine In the little Cana town The word went all around that He turned the water into wine Well

Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath

Oh well, I'm tired and so weary but I must go along Till the Lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes And the morning's so bright and the lamb is the

: I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I

: Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, Said: "Steve, you're way behind time, "This is not 38, this is Ol' 97, "Put her into Spencer on

in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table