David Munyon

If you miss the train I'm on, You will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow, A hundred miles. A hundred miles, a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow, A hundred miles. Lord, I'm one, Lord I'm tw

I was just a young boy on the boardwalk. Beach tar on my feet. My old friend Skinny Jason. Was lifting weights to the heat of, Words of love,words of love. (*2) Radio playing,everyone singing words of love. Words of love,words of love. We found a dol

malcomb wood - david munyon maybe it's the climb back home maybe it's your voice on the telephone maybe it's the fear an' trembling who knows it's how it goes kinda like eisenhower kinda like stacks at flour kinda like rain on words written in love t

(David Munyon / S.P. Standley) ...this is a story song, about the Old West... Four wild horses follow me As I ride this trail of misery Four wild horses follow me And I'll ride to hell to set you free You were just a young girl With your brother and