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Released August 01, 1975
Written By: Carlene Carter, June Carter Cash
Released August 01, 1975
He ran his fingers through her curly hair
When he told her that he’d never really cared
Then he left her alone in the sand
She lost her man, how could she stand
But she stood on that beach at Moonlight Bay
And watched him slowly walk away
Then she fell to her knees on the ground
Without a sound, hair hanging down
[Chorus]
Just another broken heart
Just another broken world
Just another fallen star
And a broken hearted girl
The water was cold at Moonlight Bay
Cold enough to wash the tears away
But it couldn’t wash away the love she had
Ain’t moonlight sad when love’s gone bad
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Written By: A.P. Carter, June Carter Cash
Released August 01, 1975
She walked to his car from the church house
Where he sat waiting in the night
And her hands trembled on her Bible
As she held on firmly to the right
Oh, you’re beggin’ me to go out drinkin’
But drinkin’ only adds to my pain
I love you sweetheart, I love you
But we won’t ever meet again
Oh, I love you sweetheart, I love you
And your tears keep addin’ to my pain
I love you sweetheart, I love you
But we won’t ever meet again
Oh, my heart is almost broken
And then she let go of his hand
I love you sweetheart, I love you
But we won’t ever meet again
You’ve been in the arms of another
And one who says she is my friend
You’ve kissed her and held her and loved her
And taken her places that we’ve been
Oh, my heart is almost broken
And then she let go of his hand
I love you sweetheart, I love you
But we won’t ever meet again
Oh, I love you sweetheart, I love you
But drinkin’ only adds to my pain
I love you sweetheart, I love you
But we won’t ever meet again
Oh, my heart is almost broken
And your tears only add to my pain
I love you sweetheart, I love you
But we won’t ever meet again
Written By: June Carter Cash
Released August 01, 1975
Now I’ll tell you in Chicago boys, I was broken man
Dirty movies, credit cards and bills past due again
And that son of mine spit in my face and then I tanned his eye
He got a taste of Appalachian pride
That sassy son of mine, he was more than I could take
I loaded wife and kids and dogs and then I pulled up stakes
Back home here in the old home ‘stead I’ve kept him by my side
And filled him with my Appalachian pride
[Chorus]
We’re praising God in everything we do
Thankful we had this to come back to
We don’t have much money, but we’re dignified
And happy in our Appalachian pride
There’s hell mud in the smoke house, some flower in the ban
Molasses, cans and beans until crop comes in
The kids back in that bedroom, they finally understand
The pride of an Appalachian man
Now we don’t live on welfare, we don’t need the checks no more
We got sick of bill collectors a-banging on the door
We’ll break our backs from dusk till dawn and God is on our side
And we’ll make it just on Appalachian pride
[Chorus]
Written By: June Carter Cash, Helen Carter Jones
Released August 01, 1975
Written By: Maybelle Carter, June Carter Cash
Released August 01, 1975
I was born in east Virginia
To Carolina I did roam
There I met a little woman
Her age and name I did not know
Her age and name I did not know
Her hair was of a dark brown color
And her cheeks were rosy red
On her breast she wore white linen
Oh, the tears that I have shed
Oh, the tears that I have shed
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Then to be another’s darling
And know she never will be mine
And know she never will be mine
I was known as Blackie’s gunman
The best gunman in the land
I could shoot the ace of diamonds
With a drop from either hand
With a drop from either hand
With the dice I had no equal
Some of them are with us now
Most of them are sadly sleeping
Beneath the weeping willow bough
Beneath the weeping willow bough
Released August 01, 1975
Released August 01, 1975
Written By: June Carter Cash, Rozanna Nix
Released August 01, 1975
I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street
And then I hollered, “Hi, ho, Silver” and, “Get ’em up, Scout”
But I suffered aggravation and a great humiliation
So I finally said I’d let the story out
[Chorus]
You can’t ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby’s door
You can’t call out, “Hi, ho, Silver” as you scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees
And I cried, “Oh, ouch, help Lord” and, “Mama Mia, please”
Well, he broke into a canter down around ol’ Times Square
And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back there
Then he stomped and reared and turned and bucked
And took off to the South
And I slid through Gatsby’s Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth
[Chorus]
Now, down at Gatsby’s Restaurant, there’s a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there’s a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I’m washing dishes in the back and sweepin’ up the floor
[Chorus]
Released August 01, 1975
Written By: June Carter Cash, Helen Carter Jones
Released August 01, 1975
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