Then, there was rain The sky wore a veil of gold and green And night was the bride of a lonely day Time just floated Then, there was rain The sound foundations are crumbling To the ground, comes a pyramid tumbling Time just floated away (we can watch it and stay, and we can listen) Oh, rainy day, come 'round Sometimes, I just want it to slow down And we're separated now, I'm down But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house Then, there was rain I spent the night with the Queen of Spain My lonely little heart, well, it broke again Time so vicious (sing) Singing, the deeper that the knife goes in, the more you win You end up with less than where you begin Deeper that the knife goes in Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, rainy day, come 'round Sometimes, I just want it to slow down And we're separated now, I'm down But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house But I love it when you come over to the house I love it when you come over to my house

(Mel Tillis) I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with He gets drunk and loses his job And every road that you travel on Is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me You only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. --- Instrumental --- Well, I hope that the train From Caribou Maine Runs over your new love affair You walk the floor From door to door And pull out your peroxide hair. You never was my woman 'Cause you were never true So all in all if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweetm sweet, sweet mental revenge...

(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter) Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emmily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at papa kinda nervous. All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die. Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the satrenght in my right arm And for keepin' us from harm. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane. --- Instrumental --- Came the day that we were married All our folks from the congregation Emmily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creation. Papa hugged me and my mama cried Everybody smiled with pride. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die.

(Harlan Howard) I only meant to love you don't you know it babe Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave I've given you my heart and now you want my mind Your love scares me to death girl it's the chokin' kind. You can kill a man with bullets poison or a knife But it hurts him more to take his pride and run his life Whatever it is you want girl I hope you find But that hat don't fit my head it's the chokin' kind. When you fall in love again girl take a tip from me If you don't like the peaches walk on by the tree Find what you want and keep it treat it sweet and kind But let it breathe don't make your love the chokin' kind...

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises All lies and jests still a man hears What he wants to hear and disregards the rest. When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know. --- Instrumental --- Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were some times when I was so lonesome And I took some comfort there. --- Instrumental --- In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains...

Verse 1: There are songs that birds don't sing to people There are secrets that keep right through to the end There are heroes who hide until forever And I'm singing this song for one of them Verse 2: He's the man that you passed on the road there The one with his life on the loose Going either somewhere or nowhere Going without me, without you Chorus: For he is this world's constant orphan Traveling out his lone time Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine Verse 3: You can find him in big city winters Down where the mission bell cries And sorrow echoes through summer As he tries to close all his eyes Verse 4: You can find him in Pittsburgh in Christmas You can find him in Buffalo in June And he knows all the backroads between them Like the gypsy knows the moon Verse 5: And it's route 22 all over again Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend Look strong at the man, gentle at the girl And puzzled at the rest of the world Chorus. Living on apples from orchards Dying from grapes on the vine

(Roger Murrah, Jim McBride)