Blue Highway
in the gravel yard
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In the gravel yard, with a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
Oh, the work is mighty hard in the gravel yard I'll never
Be a free man, so they say
Warden hear my plea, listen now to me
I killed a man that I caught with my wife
You'd probably done the same, so I am not to blame
Sentenced to the rest of my life
In the driven rain with a ball and chain
My hammer rings a low mournful sound
It sings a little song for the ones who done me wrong who
Lie beneath the cold, cold ground
- Album:
- Original Traditional
- The Game
- Sounds Of Home
- Miscellaneous
- Still Climbing Mountains
- New Country: September 1995
- The Rough Guide to the Music of the Appalachians
- Wondrous Love
- Midnight Storm
- Wind to the West
- Marbletown
- Lonesome Pine
- Choice Picks
- Music of Coal: Mining Songs From the Applachian Coalfields
- Some Day: The Fifteenth Anniversary Collection
- Dark As A Dungeon: Songs Of The Mines
- Rebel Records: 35 Years of The Best in Bluegrass
- Drive-Time Bluegrass
- Celebration of Life: Musicians Against Childhood Cancer
- O Lord How Great Thou Art Volume 2