Doc Watson
the last thing on my mind
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It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, In your hand
As we walk, all my thoughts are a-tumblin'
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Underneath our feet the subway's rumblin'
Underground, underground
You've got reasons a plenty for goin
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin
Please don't go, please don't go
As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies a-borning
Without you, without you
- Album:
- Docs Prescription
- The Definitive Doc Watson
- Americana Master Series: Best Of Doc Watson
- Miscellaneous
- Memories
- Doc Watson Live In San Francisco 1964
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: (2002)
- Old Timey Concert
- Celtic Drinking Songs
- Third Generation Blues
- The Vanguard Years
- Live From San Francisco (S.F. State College, 1965)
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass - Memphis Slim & Doc Watson...
- Corn Likker Blues
- The Rambling Hobo & Other Favorites
- Doc Watson At Gerdes Folk City
- Doc Watson on Stage
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass: Memphis Slim & Doc Watson
- Blues Unplugged
- Men of Classic Country, Vol. 1