Lucy Kaplansky

I can leave them all behind
They can never cross that line
When I get to the border
Sawbones standing at the door
Waiting 'til I hit the floor
They wo...

Snow-bound siren in the winter dawn 
There's a blizzard blowing in from off the river 
It's ten below out on these city streets, 
But the feeling in y...

Written by Ira & Charlie Louvin
A house, not a home
Was the picture Satan painted
For sweet little sister and me
Our daddy would frown
While mother wa...