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Porter Wagoner

Albert Erving

 

Albert Erving

(альбом: Porter Wagoner Sings His Own - 1971)


On past the Riley Fruit Farm in the country and across the Gundy Hills to Jopin Holler
An old man lived alone like a prisoner serving I'd never met a man like Albert Erving
Albert never held a woman or a child you could see that loneliness had drove him wild
He said I ain't seen a soul in three long years and down his lonely face came the tears

His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn down
Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around

Everything in Albert's house was made by hand a picture carved in wood sat on a stand
Such beauty in a face I'd never seen carved just below the picture the name Kathleen
Albert held the picture close up to his face said my Kathleen adds beauty to this place
I asked him who she was then came the tears
He said she's not real she's just someone I've dreamed of all these years

His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn down
Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around
Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around

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