-
-
-
born there). I feel just like a Boogie Pilgrim, oh, huh, yeah Boogie Pilgrim, hustled to get it, to get it together. Down on the jive talk, down on the weather. Boogie Pilgrim, oh, brother I never
-
day . I made my mind up a long time ago, . Got to keep on weaving my way. . Like a late night pilgrim. Looking for redemption in the underground. Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim. When
-
-
to Moe's and back. Eat a t-bone steak, watch a picture show,. For a dollar and a half Come on little sister get up offa my knee. Gonna settle down someday. In a town called Jubilee. Come on
-
Song Bayou Jubilee - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. Nothing in this world such a pure delight. As a fais-do-do on a Saturday night. Work your tail off all week long. But forget about your troubles with a
-
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay. And patiently stood by his tomb. When in a low whisper I heard something say. How sweetly I sleep here alone The tempest may howl and the loud
-
I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Traveling through this wearisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not, not made by hand I've got a mother, sister and a brother. Who
-
I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Traveling through this worrisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not ( Good Lord but it's not) not made by hand I've got a mother, a
-
to coming down. He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher. He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned. He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
-
to coming down. He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher. He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned. He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
-
Oh glad day to celebrate 'neath the cloudless sky. Air so sweet water pure fields ripe with rye. Come one, come all gather round discard your Sunday shoes Come on now oh my land be a jubilee. Come
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
shed his grace on thee. And crown thy good with brotherhood. From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet. Whose stern impassioned stress. A thoroughfare of freedom beat. Across the
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
