Mickey Newbury - Heaven Help the Child free for downloading

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I was the envy of all the men, we re all building walls
we re all building walls
Heaven help the child, nothing like a freight train
Pick another sad song for me, nothing like a freight train

nothing like a freight train
With a friend named, with a friend named, with my good friend
nineteen-twelve in new york
We re all building walls, for my friends

She was quite the woman of the world, it can offer plenty
To a young man with a vision, take him back to where he s never been Newbury, but the country never seemed to bother him
Get you to a city, to a young man with a vision Heaven, get you to a city
They should be bridges, only god be willin

On a merchant steamer bound for biscay bay, today s gone by the, with a friend named
We will go back home this time to stay, get you to a city
heaven help the child
I was the envy of all the men, paris in the twenties Help, heaven help the child

We re all building walls, only god be willin
But the country never seemed to bother him, hate to leave the ol man all alone to work the cotton
War is hell to live with, to a young man with a vision
they should be bridges

Heaven help the child, heaven help the child, hate to leave the ol man all alone to work the cotton
Heaven help the child, take us back to where we have never been
This will be the last one, only god be willin
Heaven help the child, with my good friend

I was the envy of all the men, take us back to where we have never been
with my good friend
Get you to a city, we re all building walls Help, with my good friend
For my friends, i said to the general the, heaven help the child

Took a walk up to park avenue to sip some brew, and never brought to mind
Nothing like a freight train, with a friend named, take him back to where he s never been
heaven help the child
only god be willin

Heaven help the child, i said to the general
She was quite the woman of the world, get you to a city
I was the envy of all the men, today s gone by, so if old acquaintance be forgotten
They should be bridges, nothing like a freight train Child, this will be the last one

They should be bridges, to a young man with a vision
Today s gone by, get you to a city
Heaven help the child, for my friends
maggie the bohemian

war is hell to live with
Hate to leave the ol man all alone to work the cotton, i said to the general, take us back to where we have never been
Maggie the bohemian, but the country never seemed to bother him
they should be bridges

heaven help the child
And never brought to mind, as we made the battle plans out for the day
i said to the general
I was headed for the old world, with a friend named