I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee
and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee

I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be
'til the sweet apple grows
from the sour apple tree
I still hope the day will come
when you and I will walk as one

• Acuff Rose
• Anodyne
• Atomic Power
• Black Eye
• Chickamauga
• Coalminers
• Cold Shoulder
• Criminals
• D Bonn
• Discarded
• Fall Down Easy
• Fatal Wound
• Fifteen Keys
• Give Back the Key to My Heart
• Grindstone
• Gun
• High Water
• I Wish My Baby Was Born
• If Thats Alright
• John Hardy
• Lilli Schull
• Looking for a Way Out
• Moonshiner
• New Madrid
• No Depression
• No Sense in Lovin
• Nothing
• Postcard
• Punch Drunk
• Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down
• Sauget Wind
• Shaky Ground
• Slate
• Steal the Crumbs
• Still Be Around
• The Long Cut
• True to Life
• Wait Up
• Warfare
• Watch Me Fall
• Weve Been Had
• Wipe the Clock

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