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This beggar's heart that I've been given
This beggar's heart has a working door
It may swing wide, it may be bolted
To feel this world no more
This voice I sing, it has been given
This voice I sing will break down the door
And what's inside will find a friend or two
And sing alone no more
These hands of mine will do you bidding
The hands will play in time and tune
And time will show these hands have mattered
If they have mattered to you
These eyes of mine, they take your picture
These eyes that see into and for
I close my eyes and I still see you
And see myself no more
These feet have walked me through this lonesome world
These feet have dropped me here today
And I'll be damned, I'm going where I'm going
I've really known no other way
These words I sing, they ring familiar
These words I sing I've heard before
Oh, fare thee well, my one and own true love
I'll see you in my dreams once more
This song I sing is finally over
You're free to go about your way
So bang the drums and turn the house lights on
I've really nothing more to say
- Album:
- Couchville Sessions
- TEN: SONGS OF BEN BULLINGTON
- 10 Songs Of Ben Bullington
- Long Ride Home
- Theatre Of The Unheard
- Family Tree
- Aloha From Nashville
- Miscellaneous
- A Crooked Road
- Modern Hymns
- Transatlantic Sessions 3
- Promo Only: Country Radio, March 2012
- Music City Roots: SongRoots
- Coal Country Music (Deluxe)
- Live in NC
- No Song No Supper: Sugar Hill Singer-Songwriters Dish It Up
- Music of Coal: Mining Songs From the Applachian Coalfields
- Sugar Hill Records: A Retrospective
- Transatlantic Sessions - Series 3: Volume Two
- Take Me Back